Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever since I woke up morning, I've been on
the cap up off my weed jar, and smoked a cone
Took a and got gone in the wind, like Steve Wynn
I'm from the of California where we be hustlin and grittin'
that women, mobbin' and mackin', droppin' and stackin'
Wheelin' and dealin' and makin' a killin' to hit a million
Perkin' and and drinkin' and chillin' in front of the apartment building
Packin' and totin' and toast the lean oh what a
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 Larry
money's my habit, I stay in the traffic
Papered up like a tablet, my is massive
If I walked in a loser, mayne I'm gonna out a winner
I ball like a man, papered up like a printer
I ain't wrapped too tight, I'm touched, I'm
health, argue with my conscience cursin' out myself
My psychologist got a psychologist, too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

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

Act you know
Dippin' and bobbin' and
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 some bud
on a strain you never heard of
Exclusive shit, I got it from my
You drop my 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 believe E-40 with his .45
I'm ADHD, need to calm my nerves
You libel to find me at my kid's teacher's smellin' like herb
I plastered, but I'm all about my paper
Liquor aroma, that's me in the
More whips Auto Trader, that's what I got
Driveway, looks a car lot
My bite is than my bark
you thought, heart
Bitch you full of shit like a dog
Mark ass poodle, square as a
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a real one's
While these sideline niggas be always trying to count a chizznips
Flappin' their lizznips some bitches, man they saps
Dudes be their mouth like that, we call 'em quack-quacks
That's how a bitch gets
in the naps, clapped
Head put on flap, can't even bring 'em back (bitch)

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

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

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