Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever since I woke up morning, I've been on
Twist the cap up off my weed jar, and a cone
Took a shower and got gone in the wind, Steve Wynn
I'm from the of California where we be hustlin and grittin'
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 oh what 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 money's my habit, I stay in the
up like a tablet, my bankroll is massive
If I walked in a loser, mayne I'm walk out a winner
I ball a hooper man, papered up like a printer
I wrapped 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 you know
and bobbin' and weavin'
In and out of traffic, the morning to the evening
Trying to get my paper right, my
Stack it to the

Act you know
Dippin' and and weavin'
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 my weed on my rug
That's pushups, that's a party foul
You can do 'em or do 'em now
I allow (who?)
Aliens around me, a no-no
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, something to calm my nerves
You libel to find me at my kid's teacher's smellin' like herb
I stay plastered, but I'm all my paper
Liquor aroma, that's me in the
More than Auto Trader, that's what I got
Driveway, looks a car lot
My is stronger than my bark
you thought, heart
Bitch you full of shit a dog park
Mark ass poodle, square as a
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a real business?
While these 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
in the naps, clapped
Head put on flap, Fix-a-Flat even bring 'em back (bitch)

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

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

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