Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever I woke up this morning, I've been on
Twist the cap up off my jar, and smoked a cone
Took a shower and got gone in the wind, Steve Wynn
I'm from the streets of California where we be hustlin and
that women, mobbin' and mackin', droppin' and stackin'
Wheelin' and dealin' and a killin' trying to hit a million
and illin' and drinkin' and chillin' in front of the apartment building
Packin' and totin' and toast the lean oh a feelin'
a fraudulent, I'm immaculate
He a simp, he a sap, he
I'm a boss, I'm a factor, I'm a percent
I'm a hustler like Larry
Getting my habit, I stay in the traffic
Papered up like a tablet, my is massive
If I in a loser, mayne I'm gonna walk out a winner
I like a hooper man, papered up like a printer
I ain't too tight, I'm touched, I'm throwed
Mental health, argue with my conscience out myself
My got a psychologist, neurologist too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

Act like you
Dippin' and and weavin'
In and out of traffic, from the morning to the
Trying to get my paper right, my
it to the ceiling

Act you know
Dippin' and bobbin' and
In and out of traffic, from the morning to the
to get my paper right, my nigga
Stack it to the

Drinking and blowing on good bud
Smokin' on a you never heard of
Exclusive shit, I got it my plugs
You drop my on my rug
twenty pushups, that's a party foul
You can do 'em or do 'em now
I don't (who?)
Aliens around me, that's a
try to sneak me and turn my brains into adobo
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best E-40 with his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, need to calm my nerves
You libel to me at my kid's teacher's meeting smellin' like herb
I stay plastered, but I'm all about my
Liquor aroma, that's me in the
whips than Auto Trader, that's what I got
Driveway, looks a car lot
My bite is than my bark
you thought, heart
Bitch you full of shit a dog park
Mark ass poodle, as a cubicle
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a real business?
While sideline niggas be always trying to count a hustler's chizznips
Flappin' their like some bitches, man they saps
Dudes be running mouth like that, we call 'em quack-quacks
That's how a bitch gets
Shot in the naps,
Head put on flap, Fix-a-Flat can't bring 'em back (bitch)

Act like you
Dippin' and and weavin'
In and out of traffic, from the morning to the
Trying to get my right, my nigga
it to the ceiling

Act you know
Dippin' and and weavin'
In and out of traffic, from the morning to the
Trying to get my paper right, my
it to the ceiling

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