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 jar, and smoked a cone
Took a shower and got gone in the wind, Steve Wynn
I'm from the streets of where we be hustlin and grittin'
Gettin' that women, and mackin', droppin' and stackin'
Wheelin' and and makin' 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 what a
He's a fraudulent, I'm
He a simp, he a sap, he
I'm a boss, I'm a factor, I'm a hundred
I'm a hustler Larry Flynt
Getting money's my habit, I stay in the
Papered up 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 ain't wrapped too tight, I'm touched, I'm
Mental health, with my conscience cursin' out myself
My got a psychologist, neurologist too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

Act like you
and bobbin' and weavin'
In and out of traffic, from the to the evening
Trying to get my right, my nigga
Stack it to the

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

Drinking and blowing on good bud
Smokin' on a strain you never of
shit, I got it from my plugs
You my weed on my rug
That's twenty pushups, that's a party
You can do 'em or do 'em now
I allow (who?)
Aliens me, that's a no-no
They'll try to sneak me and turn my brains into
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best believe with his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, something to calm my nerves
You to find me at my kid's teacher's meeting smellin' like herb
I stay plastered, but I'm all about my
aroma, that's me in the elevator
More whips than Auto Trader, that's I got
Driveway, looks a car lot
My bite is than my bark
Thought you thought,
Bitch you of shit like a dog park
Mark ass poodle, as a cubicle
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a one's business?
While these niggas be always trying to count a hustler's chizznips
Flappin' their lizznips like bitches, man they saps
Dudes be running their mouth like that, we call 'em
That's how a bitch smack-smacked
Shot in the naps,
Head put on flap, Fix-a-Flat can't bring 'em back (bitch)

Act like you
Dippin' and bobbin and
In and out of traffic, the morning to the evening
Trying to get my right, my nigga
Stack it to the

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

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