Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It Up

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

I keep the bands on my
a mill on my bitch
Robbin' jeans my shit
Foreign all on my dick
the law, I could pay for it
Fuck the case, I pay for it
200 a day
Nigga all boys fuckin' pay for it
Big titties, booty
Got a big dick, get to it
Young minds I influence
DT, they
Got nickels, and drums
Too much in my tongue
Too much kush all in my
We your plate for the crumbs
I'm saving up I want
I won at my charm
I'm stretching like Yao Ming, arms my money
trips to Milan
But our heart lit as phones
My like Yao Ming
These niggas just on, for real

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

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

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

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

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