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 shower and got gone in the wind, like Steve
I'm the streets of California where we be hustlin and grittin'
that women, mobbin' and mackin', droppin' and stackin'
Wheelin' and dealin' and makin' a trying to hit a million
Perkin' and illin' and and chillin' in front of the apartment building
Packin' and totin' and toast the lean oh a feelin'
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 like Flynt
Getting money's my habit, I stay in the
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 wrapped too tight, I'm touched, I'm throwed
Mental health, argue my conscience cursin' out myself
My psychologist got a psychologist, too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

Act like you
and bobbin' 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
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
Smokin' on a you never heard of
shit, I got it from my plugs
You my weed on my rug
That's twenty pushups, that's a foul
You can do 'em or do 'em now
I don't (who?)
around me, that's a no-no
They'll try to sneak me and turn my brains into
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best E-40 with his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, something to calm my nerves
You to find me at my kid's teacher's meeting smellin' like herb
I stay plastered, but I'm all about my
Liquor aroma, that's me in the
More whips than Auto Trader, what I got
Driveway, looks a car lot
My is stronger than my bark
Thought you thought,
you full 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 be always trying to count a hustler's chizznips
Flappin' their like some bitches, man they saps
Dudes be running their mouth like that, we call 'em
how a bitch gets smack-smacked
Shot in the naps,
Head put on flap, Fix-a-Flat even bring 'em back (bitch)

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

Act you know
and bobbin and weavin'
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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