Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It Up

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

I keep the bands on my
Half a on my bitch
Robbin' jeans saggin' my
Foreign hoes all on my
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, fake
Got a big dick, get to it
nigga minds I influence
DT, tattooed
Got nickels, dimes and
Too power in my tongue
Too kush 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
trips to Milan
But our heart lit as some
My paper Yao Ming
These niggas just on, for real

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

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

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 kissin' on my
She know that the young boy here do
Hit 'em one time, bitch my number
Money too long, don't no pity
A Town dumb bitch my city
pound, GA my state
Home of the Braves, fuck yo city
Alley Boy a mine, I'm a golden child
Nigga, diamond in the
With all DT's in they face
And all the LV's on my
Money long like Yao
That's the chain, ain't no cream
That's K4, ain't no lean
Them niggas, that ain't no team
My paper and my tape dogs
2 soul, a new outlaw
Play you beat me, choppa
50 rounds, off

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