Luyện nghe bài hát Racked Up Shawty

MMG
All my strapped up and racked out
It's a lifestyle

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

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

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

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

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

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