Luyện nghe bài hát Racked Up Shawty

MMG
All my strapped up and racked out
a lifestyle nigga

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

all on my wrist, racks all on my neck
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 I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse
'Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, south
Y'all niggas just shit and I live shit that I rap 'bout
'Cause these racks came my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy
niggas ain't 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 niggas be fraudin', like y'all got it
That shit you call your nigga that's racks off of my pocket

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

My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the (nice)
My presidential Rollie, I'm calling that (shit)
Damn I meant Barrack (shit), too 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 peace to them (yeah)
Catch me in that Aston, I'm "wassup?" fuck
talk behind my bitch's back, they must've seen her ass then
From H town like the Astros, her ass 10
Pop no Aspirin, like a ski slope in Aspen
going down, going down, no I brought my ski racks
Niggas know my flow cold so I don't ride I ski

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

Racked up I'm racked out, black 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, ballin like blake
blue and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape
Racked up shawty, 'bout 40
in with one bitch, left out with four
Shout my homie Mill, shout my homie Fabo
Know the crib a couple mill', and I ain't trynna 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 call me racked up
Racked up shawty, racked up
And all these bitches call me racked up