Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever since I woke up this morning, I've on
the cap up off my weed jar, and smoked a cone
Took a shower and got gone in the wind, like Wynn
I'm from the streets of California where we be hustlin and
Gettin' that women, and mackin', droppin' and stackin'
Wheelin' and dealin' and makin' a killin' trying to hit a
Perkin' and and drinkin' and chillin' in front of the apartment building
Packin' and totin' and toast the lean oh a feelin'
He's a fraudulent, I'm
He a simp, he a sap, he
I'm a boss, I'm a factor, I'm a percent
I'm a like Larry Flynt
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 walk out a
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 you know
Dippin' and and weavin'
In and out of traffic, the morning to the evening
Trying to get my paper right, my
it to the ceiling

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

Drinking and blowing on some bud
on a strain you never heard of
Exclusive shit, I got it my plugs
You my weed on my rug
That's pushups, that's a party foul
You can do 'em or do 'em now
I don't (who?)
Aliens 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, need 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
aroma, that's me in the elevator
More whips than Auto Trader, that's I got
Driveway, looks a car lot
My bite is stronger than my
you thought, heart
Bitch you full of shit a dog park
Mark ass poodle, as a cubicle
Weirdo,
Why do suckas, be all in a real business?
While these sideline be always trying to count a hustler's chizznips
Flappin' their lizznips like some bitches, man they
Dudes be running their mouth that, we call 'em quack-quacks
That's how a bitch gets
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, the morning 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 to the evening
to get my paper right, my nigga
Stack it to the

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