Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever since I woke up this morning, been on
Twist the cap up off my jar, and smoked a cone
Took a shower and got in the wind, like Steve Wynn
I'm from the of California 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
Perkin' and illin' and drinkin' and chillin' in front of the building
Packin' and totin' and 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 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 in a loser, mayne I'm gonna walk out a winner
I ball like a hooper man, papered up like a
I ain't too tight, I'm touched, I'm throwed
Mental health, argue with my conscience cursin' out
My got a psychologist, neurologist too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

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

Drinking and blowing on some bud
Smokin' on a strain you heard of
Exclusive shit, I got it my plugs
You drop my on my rug
That's twenty pushups, 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 into
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best believe 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 stay plastered, but I'm all my paper
aroma, that's me in the elevator
More whips than Auto Trader, that's I got
Driveway, like a car lot
My bite is stronger than my
you thought, heart
Bitch you full of like a dog park
Mark ass poodle, as a cubicle
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a one's business?
these sideline niggas be always trying to count a hustler's chizznips
Flappin' their lizznips like some bitches, man saps
be running their mouth like that, we call 'em quack-quacks
That's how a gets smack-smacked
in the naps, clapped
Head put on flap, Fix-a-Flat even bring 'em back (bitch)

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

Act you know
Dippin' and bobbin and
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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