Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever since I woke up this morning, been on
the cap up off my weed jar, and smoked 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, mobbin' and mackin', and stackin'
Wheelin' and dealin' and makin' a 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
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 Larry Flynt
Getting money's my habit, I in the traffic
Papered up like a tablet, my is massive
If I walked in a loser, I'm gonna walk out a winner
I like a hooper man, papered up like a printer
I ain't wrapped too tight, I'm touched, I'm
Mental health, argue with my cursin' out myself
My psychologist got a psychologist, too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

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

and blowing on some good bud
Smokin' on a you never heard of
Exclusive shit, I got it from my
You my weed on my rug
That's pushups, that's a party foul
You can do 'em or do 'em now
I allow (who?)
Aliens me, that's a no-no
try to sneak me and turn my brains into adobo
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best believe with his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, need something to calm my
You libel to find me at my kid's teacher's meeting smellin' like
I plastered, but I'm all about my paper
aroma, that's me in the elevator
More whips than Auto Trader, that's I got
Driveway, looks a car lot
My is stronger than 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 be always trying to count a hustler's chizznips
their lizznips like some bitches, man they saps
Dudes be running mouth like that, we call 'em quack-quacks
That's how a gets smack-smacked
Shot in the naps,
Head put on flap, Fix-a-Flat can't even 'em back (bitch)

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

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

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