Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It Up

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

I keep the bands on my
a mill on my bitch
Robbin' saggin' my shit
Foreign all on my dick
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, booty
Got a big dick, get to it
Young nigga minds I
DT, tattooed
Got nickels, and drums
Too much in my tongue
Too much all in my lungs
We clean your for the crumbs
I'm saving up I want
I won look at my
I'm stretching like Yao Ming, arms my long
Exotic to Milan
But our heart lit as some
My paper Yao Ming
These niggas putting on, for real

Pull up on you, on that loud thing
Then do Mr. Chow bring
And for hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it look like Yao
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 that China
Yugh, call Yao Ming
I don't with these pussy niggas
They all singing Al Green
We well respected, connected
My money long and my tires
Gold rimes in my Martin
No rollin' bitch 'cause my clean
New Murc' go skuurt
That you kickin' 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 gang
Cock back, head shot, hang nigga
Same weed, brain from your main dame
Keep it real, can't tell me they gay nigga
masks, we ain't never gangbang nigga
Matte Black coming through the lane nigga
You a pawn playin' in the chess nigga
F this, straight through yo vest game
Hold up, let me it down for these fuck boys
loud, jewellery loud, we make enough noise

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud
Then do whatever Mr. Chow
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 Yao Ming
Yao Ming, Yao
The money stack it up, it look like Yao

Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, V Mob
Alley Boy chuck big met Sosa at 6
Little Ricky tape mob
50 thousand in
Got yo girl kissin' on my
She that the young boy here do numbers
Hit 'em one time, bitch lose my
Money too long, don't show no
A Town dumb bitch this my
pound, GA my state
Home of the Braves, nigga yo city
Alley Boy a gold mine, I'm a golden
Nigga, in the dirt
With all these in they face
And all the LV's on my
Money long Yao Ming
That's the chain, that ain't no
That's K4, that ain't no
Them niggas, that ain't no team
My paper and my tape dogs
2 soul, a new outlaw
you beat me, hand choppa
50 rounds, off

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