Luyện nghe bài hát Stack It to the Ceiling

Ever I woke up this morning, I've been on
Twist the cap up off my weed jar, and smoked a
Took a shower and got in the wind, like Steve Wynn
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 drinkin' and chillin' in front of the apartment
Packin' and totin' and toast the 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 Larry
Getting money's my habit, I stay in the
Papered up like a tablet, my bankroll is
If I in a loser, mayne I'm gonna walk out a winner
I ball like a hooper man, papered up like a
I ain't wrapped too tight, I'm touched, I'm
Mental health, argue my conscience cursin' out myself
My got a psychologist, neurologist too
I'm one of one, I'm not you

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

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

and blowing on some good bud
Smokin' on a strain you heard of
shit, I got it from my plugs
You drop my on my rug
That's twenty pushups, that's a party
You can do 'em or do 'em now
I don't (who?)
around me, that's a no-no
They'll try to sneak me and my brains into adobo
see me solo, if you do I'm not
Best believe E-40 with his .45
I'm ADHD, something 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
Liquor aroma, me in the elevator
More whips than Auto Trader, what I got
Driveway, looks a car lot
My bite is stronger than my
Thought you thought,
you full 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 niggas be trying to count a hustler's chizznips
Flappin' their lizznips like some bitches, man they
Dudes be running mouth like that, we call 'em quack-quacks
That's how a gets smack-smacked
in the naps, clapped
Head put on flap, Fix-a-Flat can't even 'em back (bitch)

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

Act like you
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

...to the