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 bitches call me racked up shawty
up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these bitches 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, fuck a 'til she tap out
a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse
'Cause I ball hard, I'm out, all black, Maybach south
Y'all niggas just speak shit and I live that I rap 'bout
'Cause these racks 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 hoes that I'm ballin'
I done fucking ain't answered once now why does ho keep
niggas be fraudin', acting like y'all got it
That shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my

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

My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the (nice)
My presidential Rollie, I'm calling Barack (shit)
Damn I meant Barrack (shit), too much (shit)
Won't me in that passenger, and that's word to Pac (damn)
That's to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the legends (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
H town like the Astros, scorecard her ass 10
Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in
It's going down, going down, no I brought my ski
Niggas know my flow so I don't ride I ski tracks

Racked up shawty, up shawty
All these bitches call me 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, spades black jack
Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease, 250 this week
bitch, all in her, balling bitch sportscenter
Ass fat can't sit straight, ballin like griff
blue and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape
Racked up shawty, 'bout 40
Came in one bitch, left out with four
Shout my homie Meek Mill, my homie Fabo
Know the crib a 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 bitches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, up shawty
And all these bitches me racked up shawty