Luyện nghe bài hát Stack On My Belt

Self-Made man, you already know
I we use to watch the coke dry
Now a nigga crib a boat dock
MMG navy nigga, tide sellers
D.C. air-force, G-5s are better, you already know
All gold sky-dwellers, fly shit
Bel Air sippin', pissin', foreign car dippin'
Young black millionaires nigga, we the empires

I spend a stack on my belt, that's for you niggas who
I gave a stack to my bitch, she the shit out the
Spend a stack on my belt, you bitches are stalking
A a mill on the car, that's for you niggas who talking
Spend a on my belt, as if you think I was flogging
Spend a stack on my belt, and you still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I your deposits
Stack on the belt, double M this shit

Spend a on my belt, got bitches asking my name
a stack on the belt, she like fuck how we came
Double R all in the front, niggas stay in your lane
Spend a stack on my belt, don't even ask 'bout the
Spend a stack on the belt, I knew she a wife
Spend a on the belt, cause my fooleys on time
Spend a stack on the belt, I got your bitch on my
The is mine

I spend a stack on my belt, that's for you niggas who
I gave a to my bitch, she the shit out the project
Spend a on my belt, therefore you bitches are stalking
A half a mill on the car, that's for you niggas who
Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was
Spend a stack on my belt, and you still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, how I blew your deposits
Stack on the belt, double M this shit

Spend a on my belt, better tell these rappers to chill
Hold up that's Earlesman, H and I be more trap ass for real
And I got mosquino, ya that R.I.P. flow, here go
That of freak show, with three shows that we don't need no more help
Givenchy go for three, just me Rozay and the clique
I make these bitches suck on Cs, you make suck on there teeth, let's get it
Ralph, Klauph, meow, they bounce, we hit, at LIV, bitch, her mouth
on the belt, just know that's nothing to me
My soldiers in the 'ville, you WWE
Of course we CM punks faking, but we leave them slump
Don't believe cane stories, I should leave ya'll undertaking
A on my belt, 250 my ride
Went from renting mother-fuckers to owning 4 with no miles
I pray my souls is in tact, in the bulk of my rhyme
And when I hit that game I'm this close to LeBron
I'm

I spend a stack on my belt, that's for you who watching
I gave a to my bitch, she the shit out the project
Spend a stack on my belt, therefore you bitches are
A half a mill on the car, that's for you niggas who
Spend a stack on my belt, as if you think I was
a stack on my belt, and you could still see my boxers
Spend a stack on my belt, that how I blew deposits
Stack on the belt, double M shit popping

I'm the back, I'm swerving Maybach
I Versace my belt, I Hermes my flag
Got a stack my waist, keep my bitch on the leash
She goin' eat this head up, on this dick she goin'
Time fuck with the pleats, my is packed
Red in my stable, ya my babies is bad
She spent a on my belt, now she calling me father
Stingray Balenciagas mollies to models
I manage these strippers, with zippers
Playing with the whole slab, started with niggas
gold on my wrist, rose gold on my shades
Spend a stack on my belt, 100 done on my

Spend a stack on my belt, so I could stunt when I
Get the mac off the shelf, these pussies in line
a stack on my belt, 10 at the bar
Blow a mill on a whip, serving that raw
Spend a stack on the belt, my kind
Put 5 on his life, put 5 in his
a stack on the belt, bitch we the real niggas
Plaques on the wall, born to niggas

on the belt, ho
on the belt, ho
Spend a on the belt, ho
stack for the freak show, all I need is a ...
Double M, boy