Luyện nghe bài hát Racked Up Shawty

MMG
All my niggas strapped up and out
It's a nigga

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

Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my
I spend racks all on my bitch, look at these racks all on my
Nigga I'm racked up and I'm racked out, fuck a 'til she tap out
Fuck a then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse
'Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, Maybach
Y'all niggas just speak shit and I live shit I rap 'bout
'Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like
Hammers ain't 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 once now why ho keep callin'?
Y'all niggas be fraudin', acting like got it
That shit you call your stash nigga that's off of my pocket

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

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

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

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

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