Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

YC!
(What you got?) Racks on on racks
(He got) Racks on on racks
(We got) Racks on on racks
(Leggo)
(Hey) We got racks on on racks
(She got) Racks on racks on
(They got) Racks on racks on

Got goin' so strong
Gettin' when I'm talkin' on the phone
money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no
We at the top we belong
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars strong
When the 'bout to hear this song

We got racks on on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Got on racks on racks

Got racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain't tryna hold back

YC

Still fresh, yeah, and in my
Iced out, okay,
Trapped up, know I keep that
racks on racks so ma'fuckin' fool
All around the globe, on TV
you look, you see YC
Hatin'-ass just wishin' they were me
YC, YC, YC
Way too big for my ma'fuckin'
I'm so fly I don't even got
Eyes real low, just it on the green
Girl cut up, got lean on
That shoebox shit, with
She put it on the rack, won't it
My bank 'count, commas all it
Racks on on racks

Jeezy

Young, if it's convertible, then how is it a
Bitch, I hit one button, my open like a hard spot
Make me my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock
Had so much and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart stop
Every a weekend, every day's a Friday night
You ain't nothin' yet, bitch, this just my Friday ice
'87, fare, yeah, I'm talkin' thirty racks
All I sold is hundos, the fuck my twenties at?

Wiz

on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's off
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand that cost
Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I off
Niggas talkin' tattooes, we should a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, naps on on naps
Just made a mill, count mill, so put that on top of that
Way back in 2004, I 'em it was a wrap
Now my ain't my life no more, I told you, nigga, it's a wrap
Oooh, you you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet
We can't even talk 'less you got the check, I guess that's why all of these get bent
They said "Fuck a nigga, fuck a young nigga"
I it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga
I roll one and roll another one
Niggas they sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my weed and drink my liquor
Better make sure you fuck your right 'fore I dick her

Waka Flame

(Flocka!)
I got on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!)
Bands on top of (Uh!), got me fuckin' her (Uh!) and her friends (Flocka!)
Bad boys don't do papers (Flex!), that was just for (Flex!) my (Clap!)
(Clap, clap, go, go, go, go, go, Flocka!) Clap two times if you
Got a bad bitch the U.K. (Okay!)
She do I say (Okay!)
Go crazy she hear music (Grove Street!)
She got "Grove St." on (Flocka!)
Got racks you don't (Uh-huh)
Money long from to Japan (Uh-huh)
Know it when she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when money is long
street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top we belong
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars strong
When the club 'bout to hear this

We got racks on on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Got racks on on racks

Got on racks on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on
Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold

The Prynce

Got racks on on racks, y'all rap so wack on wax
Purple by the pound, that's Flacco, haaaa
I make big plays, I got big
money like six Crips
Switch gears like shifts
Fresh as hell, no Big
We buy cars, y'all flip
Catch us smokin' quick trip
piff, that's a handspring
I like to call a quick flip
Pull like hamstrings
Boy, I'm doin' my thing
Baby blood with them bricks,
Get off a key I can't sing
Got the on me like big jersey
Ridin' round, and this bitch
I'm the best, down
They me 6:30
I'm wit' Young and YC
Road, that's my street
Ask around on the
I'm the

Bun B

Bun B, I'm underground
In the car on swang
the top on drop and the trunk on pop
Boy, you can't tell me a thang
Fifth wheel on the just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
the grill in the front, wood wheel in the blunts
You're on lights in my bank
Yeah, I rep that
One hundred, yeah, me
If you recognize, you gon' see
I'm a trill OG
In a
Cadillac, like a Mack on
Try to jack and I will
It's a fact that I ain't givin' up my stacks like

B.o.B

me Bobby Ray, but it's not two names
Flyin' through the city, all-black, Wayne
No, not over Baghdad
But on the track, you can me Hussein
That's why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm flyin' on the plane a turban
But I'm fly, y'all just turbulence, row, emergency (Mayday!)
As a kid, I was struck by lightning, it's no I'm electrifying
Fuck a brainstorm, I'll fuck around and a power outage
And it ain't no rivals, if it was, it'd be no
gimme a hour, I'll light it up like an Eiffel Tower

Yo

Got on top of bills, scales on top of scales
I'm Mr. All White, got yell' on top of
Got pills all on my phone, niggas know I'm wrong
50 for a song, and they won't leave me 'lone
Gotta front me a brick, that nothin' to you
ran through a ticket, there ain't nothin' to do
Yeah, I love these streets I love the booth
Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100
Got on white on white, ice on ice on ice
And when I'm in the club it look like lights on on lights

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm on the phone
Spendin' when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no
We at the top we belong
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth
When the club to hear this song

We got on racks on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Got racks on on racks

Got racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
on racks on racks
Nigga, I even tryna hold back

Racks on racks on racks, I'm tryna and not call back
My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, might you a cab
Yeah, ridin' around wit' reefer scent, ridin' around with Ms. Reece and them
When I'm in the groove, I can a tune, I'm smoother than alopecia skin
I out, like dope when I put that flow down
soap when I put my clothes on, I'm jokin', but I be Foamed out
And all she want is more bags, but all I want is 1s
I told her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is

Gunz

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from of my slacks
From the X to the MACs in the Ac, if I ain't strapped, then the on scat
Then he black on 'em like Tae Bo, then he on 'em like bravo
Throw on 'em like y'all hoes, got racks on 'em like tight hoes
Young Money, Cash so strong, keep scorin', I'ma bring it on home
Those and the lean cause zones, somethin' tan with a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat like four blades
Petey Pop Off, RIP, Lou, been lootin' money since like fourth grade
I'm the shit nowadays, so wave, no whips, no chains, I'm a slave
Let you niggas know Milita my gang, MCN if you was it's a game
See me with the twin, a shimmy with the gauge
Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy gettin'
Goin' for the every day 'til the grave
I be worried about chips, you be about the Lay's

Got in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins
Frank Muller flooded ice, but I still got my brightness
In the fast lane, gettin' brain in a 2012 Maserati
I'm kickin', pimpin', Liu Kang, my coupe smokin' like Friday
Puffin' on that garlic, off all the Marley
Inked up on my hands and arms, got jams in my pocket
out to Sha Money, signed me in a hurry
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple buried
Nigga, you ain't talkin' nothin', all in Flight stuntin'
These exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the
No, you can't afford 'em, sharper than a
Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC my brother

Mo

Catch me in the city with the trunk on
Top dropped down, on black
Fistful of wood, for the good
my bank account, got racks on racks
Look around, fool, got a wall full of
Platinum and gold, you gots to that
up just like a thumbtack
Better ya ho, 'cause she bound to get snatched
H-Town, to ATL
She got a fat ass, she prolly me well
Keep it on the low, never kiss and
True player, Mo cold as hell
Shows to do, got to sell
Got a whole lotta BMI in the mail
If ballin' was a crime, I'd be in
up for double life like "What the hell?"

Got goin' so strong
Gettin' when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money your money is long
Real niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we
Drink lean, rose,
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth
When the club 'bout to this song

We got on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Got racks on on racks

Got racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on
Nigga, I ain't tryna hold back

Yeah, they call me Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm crimson color painted, you can that Alabama
I'm not from Alabama, but check out how I roll
He might have the same whip, but check out how I mine
Y'all niggas no stars, y'all only in it for the cars
The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine somewhere 'bout
I ride wit' them boys in the of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down to the Dirty, back up the trap
But the don't stack, man, money overlap
Yeah, better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load
Two things is for certain, mayne, and one is fa sho'
Got a house on hundred acres, I've never my neighbors
A chick in ATL and from to Decatur
Now y'all better leave me alone, got for my chrome
Don't lease or your mama phone talkin' "Yo' baby gone!"
Tell the truth, I ain't lie, I got so many rides
Don't know which one drive, fuck it, I'm just gon' fly

Everybody wanna hate because I'm on, blowin' head back, bottles by the
Twista finna get up on the track and it the way I do simp-a-ly because I like this song
When I step up out the Maserati car, gotta pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it the jar
Then I blow, I'ma close out the par', some killers and everybody know who we are
Get Gang steppin' through the do', Chi-cago, cago, cago
Anybody wanna get into it, come on and do it, for security, we gon' make 'em the flo'
Might as well get it off yo' chest, while everybody got ammunition on
I see them T-Dum-Izzle as a threat, 'cause I got racks on racks on racks
Oh, Twista, I see your future, finna shoot ya, I salute you if you get at the general in my military
and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I could destroy an entire village when I kill and bury
'Cause I manipulate your molecular structure, other words, 'em up wit' holes
If you try to give it to me at the door, I thought I had to let you know

Big

(I bet your call me Big)
I got single tryin', married bitches lyin'
I take 'em to the crib and our future in a condom
I wake up fresher these motherfuckers as is
Look inside my closet, that shit like it's Raks Fifth
Man, racks on racks on racks on top of packs on top of pounds
My chains is pow on pow on pow, I'm off trees, no eye, no ow
I'm at the altar sayin' my vows to Benjamin Franklin power
You buy her a house, I won't buy her a vowel, you in love, and I fell in her mouth
called her Dickface, she called her connect
(Called her connect) You her collect
I call to collect, no for a pet
If I throw this paper, yo' gon' fetch
(Do it!)
And the track be aight as long as we got me
(I do it)

I'm the hood if you where I'm at (Where I'm at)
In the back of a Chevy that's all (All black)
Racks on racks, I know how to act (Act)
Track and field with the birds, I'm runnin' 'em track (Track)
throws of money, bet you can't blind (Blind)
King of the club, I bet you top (Top)
niggas hate the fact I get guap (Guap)
Or the when the money go up, it won't stop (Boy!)
I'm in the club, show 'em how to stunt (Stunt)
Tryna up what I'm throw, it prolly take about a month (Month)
The underwater, have 'em runnin' out the front
While I'm somewhere in the back, gettin' blowed like a (Blunt)
No need to trip, you can tell 'em that I'm cool as (Cool as hell)
'Cause it's the case I know the of pumas well (Pumas well)
I'm a blood motherfucker, that tell (Dude'll tell)
Got 47 the old-school as well (School as well)
I got lights on my wrist that'll like cop (Cops)
Couple of cars that I ride no top (Tops)
Couple of whi-whips that I ride yachts (Yachts)
A of haters lookin', I'm knowin' them niggas hot (Hot)
And tell 'em that I give a damn
Hard as a motherfucker, 'em I was HAM
Call it you want, I'ma do it for the fam
Yeah, that's the type of nigga I am

Ace

Okay, I'm back off into bitch (This bitch!)
Wit' a cup, and full of that liq' (Hot!)
Got racks, ain't talkin' (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no Lego (Woo!)
Hit a and a fiendin' nigga got it
I keep hottie, just look at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty in that King of Diamonds
Sorry, just part of my hobby (Swoop!)
And I hear 'em feelin' my swagger, so dope, shit, I sold y'all copies
That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna play hockey
I'm that nigga in fact (In fact), paper tall as (Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your Walmart rack

Got goin' so strong
brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is
Real street niggas, ain't no
We at the top we belong
Drink lean, rose,
Smokin' on a thousand dollars strong
When the 'bout to hear this song

We got racks on on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Got racks on on racks

Got on racks on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks
Nigga, I ain't even tryna back