Luyện nghe bài hát Racked Up Shawty

MMG
All my niggas strapped up and out
a lifestyle nigga

Racked up shawty, up shawty
All these bitches me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, up shawty
And all these bitches call me racked up

Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my
I spend racks all on my bitch, look at racks all on my check
Nigga I'm up and I'm racked out, fuck a bitch 'til she tap out
Fuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J.
I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, Maybach south
Y'all niggas speak shit and I live shit that I rap 'bout
'Cause racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy
Hammers niggas ever seen, got 30 off in that 50
Now tell them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm
I done fucking ain't answered now why does ho keep callin'?
Y'all be fraudin', acting like y'all got it
That shit you call your stash nigga that's off of my pocket

Racked up shawty, up shawty
All these call me racked up shawty
up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these bitches me racked up shawty

My cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)
My presidential Rollie, I'm calling that (shit)
Damn I meant (shit), too much Ciroc (shit)
Won't catch me in passenger, and that's word to Pac (damn)
That's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the (yeah)
We kill for acting, rest in peace to them legends (yeah)
Catch me in that Aston, I'm "wassup?" fuck
They behind my bitch's back, they must've seen her ass then
H town like the Astros, scorecard her ass 10
Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in
It's going down, down, no I brought my ski racks
Niggas know my flow so I don't ride I ski tracks

up shawty, racked up shawty
All these call me racked up shawty
up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these bitches me racked up shawty

Racked up I'm racked out, Ferrari blacked out
Black Friday black mac, popping spades jack
Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease, 250 this week
Baddest bitch, all in her, balling bitch
Ass fat can't sit straight, ballin like griff
Chain blue and white Penn State, touring off a
up shawty, chain 'bout 40
Came in with one bitch, left out four
Shout my homie Meek Mill, my homie Fabo
Know the a couple mill', and I ain't trynna brag ho
That Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy gotta strapped
That Ghost, fuck Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that

Racked up shawty, racked up
All these bitches call me racked up
Racked up shawty, racked up
And all these bitches call me racked up