Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It Up

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

I keep the on my wrist
Half a mill on my
Robbin' jeans 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 them boys pay for it
Big titties, booty
Got a big dick, get to it
Young minds I influence
DT, tattooed
Got nickels, and drums
Too power in my tongue
Too much kush all in my
We your plate for the crumbs
I'm saving up I want
I won at my charm
I'm stretching like Yao Ming, arms my long
Exotic to Milan
But our heart lit as some
My like Yao Ming
These just putting on, for real

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

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

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

be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob
Alley Boy chuck big bank met at 6
Little Ricky duct mob
50 in hunneds
Got yo girl kissin' on my
She know the young boy here do numbers
Hit 'em one time, bitch lose my
Money too long, don't no pity
A Town dumb this my city
pound, GA my state
Home of the Braves, nigga fuck yo
Alley Boy a mine, I'm a golden child
Nigga, in the dirt
all these DT's in they face
And all the LV's on my
Money long like Yao
the chain, that ain't no cream
That's K4, that no lean
Them fuck niggas, ain't no team
My tall and my tape dogs
2 Pac's soul, a new
Play you beat me, choppa
50 rounds, off

Pull up on you, blowing on loud thing
Then do Mr. Chow bring
And find them niggas that's been doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it look like Yao