Luyện nghe bài hát Racked Up Shawty

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

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

all on my wrist, racks 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, a bitch 'til she tap out
Fuck a bitch then I out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse
'Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, Maybach
Y'all niggas just shit and I live shit that I rap 'bout
'Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty like Diddy
Hammers niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in 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'?
niggas be fraudin', acting like y'all got it
That shit you call stash nigga that's racks off of my pocket

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

My shoes me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)
My Rollie, I'm calling that Barack (shit)
Damn I meant Barrack (shit), too Ciroc (shit)
Won't catch me in that passenger, and 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 them (yeah)
Catch me in Aston, I'm "wassup?" fuck asking
They behind my bitch's back, they must've seen her ass then
From H like the Astros, scorecard her ass 10
Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski slope in
It's down, going down, no I brought my ski racks
Niggas know my cold so I don't ride I ski tracks

Racked up shawty, racked up
All these call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, up shawty
And all these bitches 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, like griff blake
Chain blue and white 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 couple mill', and I ain't trynna ho
That Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy gotta strapped
That Ghost, that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that

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