Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It Up

Pull up on you, blowing on that thing
Then do whatever Mr. bring
And for them hatin' 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 money stack it up, it like Yao Ming

I keep the on my wrist
a mill on my bitch
Robbin' jeans saggin' my
hoes all on my dick
Fuck the law, I 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
nigga minds I influence
DT, tattooed
Got nickels, and drums
Too much power in my
Too much kush all in my
We your plate for the crumbs
I'm up like I want
I won look at my
I'm stretching like Yao Ming, my money long
Exotic to Milan
But our heart lit as phones
My like Yao Ming
niggas just putting on, for real

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

Okay I stand with that China white
Yugh, call that Yao
I don't with these pussy niggas
all singing like Al Green
We well respected, connected
My money and my tires clean
Gold rimes in my Martin
No rollin' bitch 'cause my clean
New Lamborghini go skuurt
That bullshit you won't work
I'm out Chi-Town, meet my nigga
run up on me wrong
Pussy nigga get merked, bang nigga
White bricks, duckin' from the chain nigga
Cock back, shot, brain hang nigga
Same weed, brain from your dame nigga
it real, can't tell me they ain't gay nigga
Black masks, we ain't gangbang nigga
Matte Black coming through the left lane
You a pawn playin' in the game nigga
F this, straight through yo vest game
Hold up, let me slow it down for these boys
Weed loud, jewellery loud, we make enough

Pull up on you, blowing on that thing
Then do whatever Mr. bring
And for them hatin' niggas been doubtin' 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 like Yao

be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob
Alley Boy chuck big bank met at 6
Ricky duct tape mob
50 thousand in
Got yo girl kissin' on my
She know the young boy here do numbers
Hit 'em one time, bitch lose my
Money too long, show no pity
A Town dumb this my city
Georgia pound, GA my
Home of the Braves, nigga yo city
Alley Boy a mine, I'm a golden 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, ain't no cream
That's K4, that no lean
Them niggas, that ain't no team
My paper tall and my tape
2 soul, a new outlaw
you beat me, hand choppa
50 rounds, off

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