Luyện nghe bài hát Stack On My Belt

Self-Made niggas man, you know
I remember we use to the coke dry
Now a crib gotta a boat dock
MMG navy nigga, high tide
D.C. air-force, are better, you already know nigga
All sky-dwellers, fly nigga shit
Bel Air sippin', pissin', foreign car dippin'
Young black millionaires nigga, we the empires

I spend a on my belt, that's for you niggas who watching
I gave a stack to my bitch, she the out the project
Spend a stack on my belt, therefore you are stalking
A half a on the car, that's for you niggas who talking
Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was
Spend a stack on my belt, and you could see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your
Stack on the belt, double M this shit

Spend a stack on my belt, got bitches my name
a stack on the belt, she like fuck how we came
Double R all in the front, ya'll niggas in your lane
Spend a stack on my belt, even ask 'bout the change
a stack on the belt, cause I knew she a wife
Spend a on the belt, cause my fooleys on time
a stack on the belt, I got your bitch on my mind
The world is

I spend a stack on my belt, that's for you who watching
I gave a stack to my bitch, she the out the project
Spend a stack on my belt, therefore you are stalking
A a mill on the car, that's for you niggas who talking
Spend a stack on my belt, as if you I was flogging
Spend a stack on my belt, and you still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your
Stack on the belt, double M shit popping

Spend a stack on my belt, better these rappers to chill
Hold up that's Earlesman, more H and I be more ass for real
And I got mosquino, ya know R.I.P. flow, here go
That type of freak show, with shows that we don't need no more help
That Givenchy go for three, just me and the clique
I make these bitches suck on Cs, you make them on there teeth, let's get it
Ralph, Klauph, meow, bounce, we hit, at LIV, your bitch, her mouth
Stack on the belt, just know nothing to me
My real in the 'ville, you WWE
Of we CM punks faking, but we leave them slump shaking
Don't your cane stories, I should leave ya'll undertaking
A stack on my belt, 250 my
Went renting these mother-fuckers to owning 4 with no miles
I pray my souls is in tact, passion in the of my rhyme
And when I hit that heat game I'm this close to
I'm

I a stack on my belt, that's for you niggas who watching
I gave a stack to my bitch, she the out the project
a stack on my belt, therefore you bitches are stalking
A a mill on the car, that's for you niggas who talking
a stack on my belt, as if you think I was flogging
Spend a stack on my belt, and you still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew your
Stack on the belt, double M this popping

I'm burning the back, I'm swerving
I Versace my belt, I Hermes my flag
Got a stack around my waist, my bitch on the leash
She goin' eat this up, on this dick she goin' feast
Time fuck with the pleats, my place is
Red in my stable, ya my babies is bad
She spent a stack on my belt, now she calling me
Balenciagas giving mollies to models
I manage strippers, Giuseppe's with zippers
Playing with the whole slab, niggas started niggas
Rose gold on my wrist, gold on my shades
Spend a stack on my belt, 100 on my face

Spend a stack on my belt, so I could stunt I shine
Get the mac off the shelf, keep pussies in line
Spend a on my belt, 10 at the bar
Blow a mill on a whip, niggas that raw
Spend a on the belt, Versace my kind
Put 5 on his life, put 5 in his
a stack on the belt, bitch we the real niggas
Plaques on the wall, born to niggas

on the belt, ho
on the belt, ho
Spend a on the belt, ho
Gotta stack for the freak show, all I is a ...
Double M, boy