Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever since I up this morning, I've been on
Twist the cap up off my weed jar, and smoked a
Took a and got gone in the wind, like Steve Wynn
I'm from the streets of California where we be and grittin'
Gettin' women, mobbin' and mackin', droppin' and stackin'
Wheelin' and and makin' a killin' trying to hit a million
and illin' 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 percent
I'm a hustler like Flynt
money's my habit, I stay in the traffic
Papered up a tablet, my bankroll is massive
If I walked in a loser, mayne I'm gonna out a winner
I ball like a hooper man, papered up a printer
I wrapped 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 you know
Dippin' and and weavin'
In and out of traffic, the morning to the evening
Trying to get my right, my nigga
Stack it to the

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

and blowing on some good bud
Smokin' on a you never heard of
Exclusive shit, I got it my plugs
You my weed on my rug
That's twenty pushups, that's a party
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 calm my
You libel to find me at my kid's teacher's meeting like herb
I plastered, but I'm all about my paper
aroma, that's me in the elevator
More whips Auto Trader, that's what I got
Driveway, like a car lot
My bite is stronger than my
you thought, heart
Bitch you of shit like a dog park
ass poodle, square as a cubicle
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a one's business?
While these niggas be always trying to count a hustler's chizznips
Flappin' their lizznips like some bitches, man they
Dudes be running their like that, we call 'em quack-quacks
That's how a gets smack-smacked
Shot in the naps,
Head put on flap, can't even bring '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 to the evening
to get my paper right, my nigga
Stack it to the

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