Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It Up

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

I the bands on my wrist
Half a mill on my
Robbin' saggin' my shit
Foreign hoes all on my
Fuck the law, I pay for it
Fuck the case, I pay for it
200 a day
Nigga all them fuckin' pay for it
Big titties, fake
Got a big dick, get to it
Young nigga I influence
DT, they
Got nickels, and drums
Too power in my tongue
Too kush all in my lungs
We your plate for the crumbs
I'm saving up I want
I won look at my
I'm stretching like Yao Ming, my money long
trips to Milan
But our heart lit as some
My paper Yao Ming
These niggas just on, for real

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

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

up on you, blowing on that loud thing
Then do whatever Mr. bring
And for them hatin' that's been doubtin' me
The money 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 like Yao Ming

Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, V Mob
Alley Boy big bank met Sosa at 6
Little Ricky tape mob
50 in hunneds
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
Georgia pound, GA my
Home of the Braves, nigga yo city
Boy a gold mine, I'm a golden child
Nigga, diamond in the
all these DT's in they face
And all the on my shirt
Money long like Yao
That's the chain, ain't no cream
That's K4, that no lean
Them fuck niggas, that no team
My tall and my tape dogs
2 Pac's soul, a new
you beat me, hand choppa
50 rounds, off

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