Luyện nghe bài hát Racked Up Shawty

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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