Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It Up

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

I the bands on my wrist
Half a on my bitch
Robbin' jeans my shit
Foreign hoes all on my
Fuck the law, I pay for it
the case, I could pay for it
200 a day
all them boys fuckin' pay for it
Big titties, fake
Got a big dick, get to it
Young nigga I influence
DT, they
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 like I
I won look at my
I'm stretching like Yao Ming, my money long
Exotic trips to
But our lit as some phones
My paper Yao Ming
These niggas putting on, for real

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

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

Pull up on you, blowing on that 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 look like Yao

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

Pull up on you, blowing on that loud
Then do Mr. Chow bring
And find them hatin' niggas been doubtin' me
The money stack it up, it like Yao Ming