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, racks all on my
I spend racks all on my bitch, at these racks all on my check
Nigga I'm racked up and I'm out, fuck 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 niggas just speak shit and I live shit that I rap
these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy
Hammers niggas ever seen, got 30 off in that 50
Now them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin'
I fucking ain't answered once now why does ho keep callin'?
Y'all niggas be fraudin', acting like got it
That shit you your stash nigga that's racks off of my pocket

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

My shoes me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)
My Rollie, I'm calling that Barack (shit)
I meant Barrack (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), in peace to the legends (yeah)
We kill niggas for acting, rest in peace to legends (yeah)
Catch me in that Aston, I'm "wassup?" fuck
They talk behind my bitch's back, must've seen her ass then
H town like the Astros, scorecard her ass 10
Pop pills no Aspirin, a ski slope in Aspen
It's going down, going down, no I my ski racks
Niggas know my flow cold so I don't I ski tracks

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

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

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