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, like Wynn
I'm the streets of California where we be hustlin and grittin'
Gettin' that women, and mackin', droppin' and stackin'
and dealin' and makin' a killin' trying to hit a million
Perkin' and illin' and drinkin' and in front of the apartment building
Packin' and totin' and toast the lean oh what a
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 like Larry Flynt
money's my habit, I stay in the traffic
Papered up like a tablet, my bankroll is
If I walked in a loser, mayne I'm gonna walk out a
I ball like a hooper man, papered up a printer
I ain't wrapped too tight, I'm touched, I'm
health, argue with my conscience cursin' 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
it to the ceiling

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

and blowing on some good bud
Smokin' on a strain you never of
shit, I got it from 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 don't (who?)
Aliens around me, that's a
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 libel to find me at my teacher's meeting smellin' like herb
I stay plastered, but I'm all about my
Liquor aroma, me in the elevator
More whips than Auto Trader, what I got
Driveway, looks a car lot
My bite is stronger my bark
Thought you thought,
Bitch you of shit like a dog park
Mark ass poodle, square as a
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a real one's
While these sideline niggas be always to count a hustler's chizznips
Flappin' their lizznips some bitches, man they saps
Dudes be running their mouth like that, we call 'em
That's how a bitch gets
Shot in the naps,
put on flap, Fix-a-Flat can't even bring 'em back (bitch)

Act you know
and bobbin and weavin'
In and out of traffic, the morning to the evening
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
it to the ceiling

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