Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever since I woke up this morning, been on
Twist the cap up off my weed jar, and smoked a
Took a and got gone in the wind, like Steve Wynn
I'm from the of California where we be hustlin and grittin'
Gettin' women, mobbin' and mackin', droppin' and stackin'
Wheelin' and dealin' and makin' a killin' to hit a million
Perkin' and illin' and and chillin' 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 hustler Larry Flynt
Getting money's my habit, I in the traffic
up like a tablet, my bankroll is massive
If I walked in a loser, I'm gonna walk out a winner
I ball like a hooper man, papered up like a
I ain't wrapped too tight, I'm touched, I'm
Mental health, argue with my conscience cursin' out
My got a psychologist, neurologist too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

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

Drinking and blowing on good bud
on a strain you never heard of
Exclusive shit, I got it my plugs
You my weed on my rug
twenty pushups, that's a party foul
You can do 'em or do 'em now
I don't (who?)
Aliens around me, a no-no
They'll try to sneak me and turn my brains adobo
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best E-40 with his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, need something to my nerves
You libel to 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 Trader, that's what I got
Driveway, like a car lot
My bite is than my bark
you thought, heart
Bitch you full of shit a dog park
Mark ass poodle, as a cubicle
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a real one's
While these sideline niggas be always trying to count a chizznips
Flappin' their lizznips like some bitches, man they
Dudes be running their mouth 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 'em back (bitch)

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
Dippin' and bobbin and
In and out of traffic, from the morning to the
Trying to get my paper right, my
Stack it to the

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