Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever since I woke up this morning, I've on
Twist the cap up off my jar, and smoked a cone
a shower and got gone in the wind, like Steve Wynn
I'm the streets of California where we be hustlin and grittin'
Gettin' women, mobbin' and mackin', droppin' and stackin'
Wheelin' and dealin' and makin' a killin' to hit a million
Perkin' and and drinkin' and chillin' in front of the apartment building
Packin' and and toast the lean oh what a feelin'
a fraudulent, I'm immaculate
He a simp, he a sap, he
I'm a boss, I'm a factor, I'm a hundred
I'm a hustler like Flynt
Getting my habit, I stay in the traffic
Papered up like a tablet, my is massive
If I walked in a loser, mayne I'm gonna walk out a
I ball like a hooper man, up like a printer
I wrapped too tight, I'm touched, I'm throwed
Mental health, argue with my conscience out myself
My got a psychologist, neurologist too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

Act you know
Dippin' and and weavin'
In and out of traffic, from the morning to the
Trying to get my paper right, my
it to the ceiling

Act you know
Dippin' and and weavin'
In and out of traffic, from the to the evening
Trying to get my right, my nigga
Stack it to the

Drinking and on some good bud
Smokin' on a strain you never of
Exclusive shit, I got it my plugs
You my weed on my rug
That's pushups, that's a party foul
You can do 'em or do 'em now
I allow (who?)
Aliens around me, that's a
They'll try to sneak me and my brains into adobo
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best believe with his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, something to calm my nerves
You libel to find me at my kid's teacher's meeting like herb
I stay plastered, but I'm all about my
aroma, that's me in the elevator
More whips than Auto Trader, that's I got
Driveway, looks a car lot
My bite is stronger my bark
you thought, heart
Bitch you full of shit like a dog
ass poodle, square as a cubicle
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a real one's
While these sideline niggas be always trying to count a chizznips
Flappin' their like some bitches, man they saps
Dudes be running their like that, we call 'em quack-quacks
how a bitch gets smack-smacked
Shot in the naps,
Head put on flap, Fix-a-Flat can't even 'em back (bitch)

Act like you
Dippin' and and weavin'
In and out of traffic, the morning to the evening
to get my paper right, my nigga
Stack it to the

Act you know
and bobbin and weavin'
In and out of traffic, from the morning to the
Trying to get my right, my nigga
Stack it to the

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