Luyện nghe bài hát Racked Up Shawty

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

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

all on my wrist, racks all on my neck
I spend racks all on my bitch, at these racks all on my check
I'm racked up and I'm racked out, fuck a bitch 'til she tap out
Fuck a bitch I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse
I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, Maybach south
Y'all niggas just speak shit and I live shit that I rap
'Cause these came 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 them 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
That shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my

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

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

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

Racked up I'm racked out, black blacked out
Black Friday black mac, popping spades black
Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease, 250 this week
Baddest bitch, all in her, bitch sportscenter
Ass fat sit straight, ballin like griff blake
Chain blue and Penn State, touring off a mixtape
Racked up shawty, chain 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 stay
That Ghost, fuck Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that

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