Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever since I woke up this morning, been on
the cap up off my weed jar, and smoked a cone
Took a and got gone in the wind, like Steve Wynn
I'm the streets of California where we be hustlin and grittin'
Gettin' that women, mobbin' and mackin', 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
and totin' and toast the lean oh what 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 like Larry
Getting money's my habit, I in the traffic
Papered up like a tablet, my is massive
If I walked in a loser, mayne I'm walk out a winner
I ball like a man, papered up like a printer
I wrapped too tight, I'm touched, I'm throwed
health, argue with my conscience cursin' out myself
My psychologist got a psychologist, too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

Act like you
Dippin' and bobbin' and
In and out of traffic, from the 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
it to the ceiling

Drinking and on some good bud
Smokin' on a strain you heard of
Exclusive shit, I got it from my
You drop my on my rug
twenty pushups, that's a party foul
You can do 'em or do 'em now
I allow (who?)
around me, that's a no-no
They'll try to sneak me and turn my brains 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 smellin' herb
I stay plastered, but I'm all my paper
Liquor aroma, that's me in the
More whips Auto Trader, that's what I got
Driveway, like a car lot
My bite is stronger than my
Thought you thought,
Bitch you full of shit like a dog
Mark ass poodle, square as a
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a real business?
these sideline niggas be always trying to count a hustler's chizznips
Flappin' their lizznips some bitches, man they saps
Dudes be running their mouth like that, we 'em quack-quacks
That's how a bitch gets
Shot in the naps,
Head put on flap, Fix-a-Flat even bring 'em back (bitch)

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

Act like you
Dippin' and bobbin and
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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