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 smoked a
Took a shower and got gone in the wind, like Steve
I'm from the streets of California where we be and grittin'
that 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 and toast the lean oh what 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 my habit, I stay 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 a hooper man, papered up like a printer
I ain't too tight, I'm touched, I'm throwed
Mental health, argue with my cursin' out myself
My got a psychologist, neurologist too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

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

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

Drinking and blowing on good 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 foul
You can do 'em or do 'em now
I allow (who?)
around me, that's a no-no
They'll try to me and turn my brains into adobo
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best E-40 with his .45 Glock
I'm ADHD, need to calm my nerves
You libel to 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 than my bark
you thought, heart
Bitch you full of shit like a dog
ass poodle, square as a cubicle
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a one's business?
While these sideline niggas be always trying to count a 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 can't even bring 'em (bitch)

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

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

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