Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever I woke up this morning, I've been on
Twist the cap up off my weed jar, and a cone
Took a shower and got gone in the wind, like Wynn
I'm from the streets of California where we be and grittin'
that women, mobbin' and mackin', droppin' and stackin'
Wheelin' and dealin' and makin' a trying to hit a million
Perkin' and illin' and drinkin' and chillin' in of the apartment building
Packin' and totin' and toast the lean oh a feelin'
He's a fraudulent, I'm
He a simp, he a sap, he
I'm a boss, I'm a factor, I'm a percent
I'm a hustler Larry Flynt
Getting money's my habit, I stay in the
up like a tablet, my bankroll is massive
If I walked in a loser, mayne I'm walk out a winner
I like a hooper man, papered up like a printer
I ain't too tight, I'm touched, I'm throwed
Mental health, argue with my cursin' out myself
My got a psychologist, neurologist too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

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

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

Drinking and blowing on some bud
Smokin' on a you never heard of
Exclusive shit, I got it from my
You drop my on my rug
That's twenty pushups, that's a foul
You can do 'em or do 'em now
I allow (who?)
around me, that's a no-no
They'll try to me and turn my brains into adobo
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best E-40 with his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, need something to my nerves
You libel to find me at my kid's teacher's smellin' like herb
I stay plastered, but I'm all about my
Liquor aroma, me in the elevator
whips than Auto Trader, that's what I got
Driveway, looks a car lot
My bite is stronger than my
Thought you thought,
Bitch you of shit like a dog park
Mark ass poodle, as a cubicle
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a real one's
While these sideline niggas be always trying to count a hustler's
Flappin' their like some bitches, man they saps
Dudes be running their like that, we call 'em quack-quacks
That's how a bitch gets
in the naps, clapped
Head put on flap, can't even bring 'em back (bitch)

Act you know
and bobbin 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
Dippin' and bobbin and
In and out of traffic, the morning to the evening
Trying to get my paper right, my
Stack it to the

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