Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It Up

Pull up on you, blowing on that thing
Then do whatever Mr. Chow
And for them hatin' niggas that's been me
The money stack it up, it like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao
These bitches wanna fuck, and I'm like Yao
Yao Ming, Yao
The money stack it up, it look Yao Ming

I keep the bands on my
Half a on my bitch
Robbin' saggin' my shit
Foreign hoes all on my
the law, I could pay for it
Fuck the case, I pay for it
200 a day
Nigga all boys fuckin' pay for it
Big titties, booty
Got a big dick, get to it
Young nigga I influence
DT, tattooed
Got nickels, and drums
Too much power in my
Too much all in my lungs
We clean your plate for the
I'm up like I want
I won at my charm
I'm stretching like Yao Ming, arms my money
trips to Milan
But our heart lit as phones
My paper Yao Ming
niggas just putting on, for real

Pull up on you, on that loud thing
Then do Mr. Chow bring
And for them niggas that's been doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it look like Yao
Yao Ming, Yao
These bitches fuck, and I'm like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao
The stack it up, it look like Yao Ming

Okay I stand tall with that white
Yugh, call that Yao
I don't fuck with these pussy
all singing like Al Green
We well respected, well
My money and my tires clean
rimes in my Aston Martin
No rollin' bitch 'cause my tires
New Murc' go skuurt
That bullshit you won't work
I'm out Chi-Town, meet my Durk
run up on me wrong
Pussy nigga get merked, bang nigga
White bricks, duckin' from the gang nigga
Cock back, head shot, brain hang
Same weed, brain your main dame nigga
it real, can't tell me they ain't gay nigga
Black masks, we ain't never gangbang
Black coming through the left lane nigga
You a pawn in the chess game nigga
F this, straight yo vest game nigga
Hold up, let me slow it down for fuck boys
loud, jewellery loud, we make enough noise

Pull up on you, blowing on loud thing
Then do whatever Mr. Chow
And for hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me
The money it up, it look like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao
These bitches fuck, and I'm like Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao
The money stack it up, it look like Yao

Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, V Mob
Alley Boy chuck big met Sosa at 6
Little duct tape mob
50 thousand in
Got yo kissin' on my stomach
She know that the young boy do numbers
Hit 'em one time, bitch lose my
Money too long, don't no pity
A Town dumb bitch my city
pound, GA my state
Home of the Braves, fuck yo city
Alley Boy a gold mine, I'm a child
Nigga, diamond in the
With all these DT's in they
And all the on my shirt
Money long Yao Ming
That's the chain, that no cream
That's K4, that no lean
Them fuck niggas, that no team
My paper tall and my tape
2 soul, a new outlaw
Play you beat me, choppa
50 rounds, off

Pull up on you, on that loud thing
do whatever Mr. Chow bring
And find them hatin' niggas that's doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it look Yao Ming