Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It Up

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

I the bands on my wrist
Half a on my bitch
Robbin' jeans my shit
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, fake
Got a big dick, get to it
Young nigga I influence
DT, tattooed
Got nickels, dimes and
Too much in my tongue
Too much all in my lungs
We clean plate for the crumbs
I'm saving up I want
I won look at my
I'm stretching Yao Ming, arms my money long
Exotic to Milan
But our lit as some phones
My paper Yao Ming
These just putting on, for real

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

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

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

be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, Louie V Mob
Alley Boy chuck big met Sosa at 6
Ricky duct tape mob
50 in hunneds
Got yo kissin' on my stomach
She know that the young boy do numbers
Hit 'em one time, lose my number
Money too long, don't show no
A Town dumb bitch my city
pound, GA my state
Home of the Braves, fuck yo city
Alley Boy a gold mine, I'm a child
Nigga, diamond in the
With all these DT's in they
And all the LV's on my
Money long Yao Ming
the chain, that ain't no cream
That's K4, that ain't no
fuck 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

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