Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It Up

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

I keep the on my wrist
a mill on my bitch
Robbin' saggin' my shit
Foreign all on my dick
Fuck the law, I pay for it
the case, I could 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, dimes and
Too power in my tongue
Too much all in my lungs
We clean your for the crumbs
I'm saving up I want
I won at my charm
I'm stretching like Yao Ming, my money long
Exotic trips to
But our heart lit as some
My paper Yao Ming
These niggas just putting on, for

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud
Then do Mr. Chow bring
And for them niggas that's 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 it up, it look like Yao Ming

Okay I stand tall with that white
Yugh, call Yao Ming
I don't fuck with these pussy
They all like Al Green
We well respected, connected
My money long and my tires
rimes in my Aston Martin
No bitch 'cause my tires clean
New Lamborghini go skuurt
That bullshit you won't work
I'm out Chi-Town, meet my Durk
run up on me wrong
Pussy get merked, bang bang nigga
White bricks, duckin' from the chain nigga
Cock back, shot, brain 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 coming through the left lane nigga
You a pawn playin' in the game nigga
F this, straight through yo vest game
Hold up, let me slow it for these fuck boys
Weed loud, loud, we make enough noise

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 wanna fuck, and I'm Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao
The money stack it up, it look like Yao

be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob
Alley Boy chuck big met Sosa at 6
Little Ricky tape mob
50 in hunneds
Got yo kissin' on my stomach
She know that the young boy here do
Hit 'em one time, lose my number
Money too long, don't show no
A Town dumb bitch my city
Georgia pound, GA my
Home of the Braves, fuck yo city
Alley Boy a mine, I'm a golden child
Nigga, in the dirt
With all DT's in they face
And all the on my shirt
long like Yao Ming
That's the chain, that ain't no
That's K4, that ain't no
Them fuck niggas, that ain't no
My paper and my tape dogs
2 soul, a new outlaw
Play you beat me, hand
50 rounds, off

Pull up on you, 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