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 a cone
Took a shower and got gone in the wind, Steve Wynn
I'm from the 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 chillin' in front of the apartment
Packin' and totin' and toast the lean oh 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 like Larry
Getting my habit, I stay in the traffic
Papered up 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 my conscience cursin' out myself
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 you know
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

Drinking and blowing on some bud
Smokin' on a you never heard of
Exclusive shit, I got it from my
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 around me, a no-no
They'll try to sneak me and my brains into adobo
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best believe E-40 his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, need to calm my nerves
You libel to find me at my kid'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, that's I got
Driveway, like a car lot
My is stronger than my bark
Thought you thought,
you full of shit like a dog park
Mark ass poodle, as a cubicle
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a one's business?
While sideline 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 gets smack-smacked
in the naps, clapped
Head put on flap, Fix-a-Flat can't bring 'em back (bitch)

Act you know
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 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

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