Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It Up

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

I keep the bands on my
a mill on my bitch
Robbin' jeans my shit
Foreign all on my dick
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, fake
Got a big dick, get to it
Young nigga minds I
DT, tattooed
Got nickels, and drums
Too much power in my
Too kush all in my lungs
We clean your for the crumbs
I'm up like 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 paper like Yao
niggas just putting on, for real

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

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

Pull up on you, blowing on loud thing
do whatever Mr. Chow bring
And for them niggas that's been doubtin' 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 stack it up, it like Yao Ming

be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob
Alley Boy big bank met Sosa at 6
Ricky duct tape mob
50 in hunneds
Got yo girl on my stomach
She that the young boy here do numbers
Hit 'em one time, bitch my number
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 gold mine, I'm a golden
Nigga, in the dirt
With all DT's in they face
And all the LV's on my
long like Yao Ming
That's the chain, that ain't no
That's K4, that no lean
Them fuck niggas, that ain't no
My paper tall and my dogs
2 Pac's soul, a new
you beat me, hand choppa
50 rounds, off

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