Luyện nghe bài hát Racked Up Shawty

MMG
All my niggas strapped up and out
a lifestyle nigga

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

Racks all on my wrist, all on my neck
I spend racks all on my bitch, look at racks all on my check
Nigga I'm racked up and I'm racked out, fuck a 'til she tap out
a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse
'Cause I hard, I'm swagged out, all black, Maybach south
Y'all niggas just speak shit and I 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 I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin'
I done fucking answered once now why does ho keep callin'?
Y'all be fraudin', acting like y'all got it
shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my pocket

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

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

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

Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari out
Black Friday mac, popping spades black jack
Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this
bitch, all in her, balling bitch sportscenter
Ass fat sit straight, ballin like griff blake
Chain blue and white Penn State, off a mixtape
up shawty, chain '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 Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy gotta stay strapped
Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that

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