Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It Up

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

I keep the bands on my
Half a mill on my
Robbin' jeans saggin' my
Foreign all on my dick
the law, I could 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
nigga minds I influence
DT, tattooed
Got nickels, and drums
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 at my charm
I'm like Yao Ming, arms my money long
Exotic to Milan
But our heart lit as phones
My paper like Yao
These niggas putting on, for real

Pull up on you, blowing on loud thing
Then do whatever Mr. bring
And for hatin' niggas that's been doubtin' me
The money 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 stand tall with that China
Yugh, call Yao Ming
I don't fuck with these pussy
all singing like Al Green
We respected, well connected
My long and my tires clean
Gold rimes in my Aston
No rollin' bitch 'cause my tires
New Lamborghini Murc' go
That bullshit you kickin' won't
I'm out Chi-Town, my nigga Durk
run up on me wrong
Pussy nigga get merked, bang nigga
White bricks, duckin' from the chain gang
Cock back, head shot, brain hang
Same weed, brain from your dame nigga
Keep it real, can't tell me they ain't gay
masks, we ain't never gangbang nigga
Matte Black coming through the left nigga
You a pawn playin' in the chess nigga
F this, straight through yo vest nigga
Hold up, let me slow it down for fuck boys
Weed loud, loud, we make enough noise

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

Must be Fat Trel, Alley Boy, V Mob
Alley Boy chuck big met Sosa at 6
Ricky duct tape mob
50 thousand in
Got yo girl kissin' on my
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 bitch this my
pound, GA my state
Home of the Braves, nigga yo city
Boy a gold mine, I'm a golden 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
Them fuck niggas, ain't no team
My paper and my tape dogs
2 Pac's soul, a new
Play you me, hand choppa
50 rounds, off

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