Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever since I up this morning, I've been on
Twist the cap up off my weed jar, and smoked a
Took a shower and got gone in the wind, like Wynn
I'm from the streets of 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
Perkin' and illin' and drinkin' and chillin' in of the apartment building
Packin' and and toast the lean oh what a feelin'
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
money's 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 ball like a hooper man, papered up a printer
I ain't too tight, I'm touched, I'm throwed
Mental health, argue with my conscience out myself
My psychologist got a psychologist, too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

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

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

Drinking and blowing on some bud
Smokin' on a strain you never 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
They'll try to sneak me and turn my into adobo
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best E-40 with his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, need something to calm my
You to find me at my kid's teacher's meeting smellin' like herb
I plastered, but I'm all about my paper
aroma, that's me in the elevator
More than Auto Trader, that's what I got
Driveway, like a car lot
My bite is stronger my bark
you thought, heart
Bitch you full of shit a dog park
ass poodle, square as a cubicle
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a real business?
While these sideline niggas be always trying to a hustler's chizznips
Flappin' their like some bitches, man they saps
Dudes be running their like that, we call 'em quack-quacks
That's how a bitch smack-smacked
in the naps, clapped
Head put on flap, Fix-a-Flat can't even bring 'em (bitch)

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

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

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