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

all on my wrist, racks all on my neck
I racks all on my bitch, look at these racks all on my check
Nigga I'm racked up and I'm racked out, fuck a 'til she tap out
Fuck a bitch I pass out, and my pockets on J. Stackhouse
'Cause I ball hard, I'm out, all black, Maybach south
Y'all niggas just shit and I live shit that I rap 'bout
these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy
Hammers niggas ain't seen, got 30 off in that 50
Now tell them hoes I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin'
I done ain't answered once now why does ho keep callin'?
niggas be fraudin', acting like y'all got it
That shit you call your stash 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 me racked 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 (shit), too much Ciroc (shit)
Won't catch me in that passenger, and that's to Pac (damn)
That's to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the legends (yeah)
We kill niggas for acting, in peace to them legends (yeah)
me in that Aston, I'm "wassup?" fuck asking
They behind my bitch's back, they must've seen her ass then
From H town like the Astros, her ass 10
Pop pills no Aspirin, like a ski in Aspen
It's going down, going down, no I my ski racks
Niggas my flow cold so I don't ride I ski tracks

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

Racked up I'm racked out, Ferrari blacked out
Black Friday black mac, popping spades black
Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 week
Baddest bitch, all in her, bitch sportscenter
Ass fat can't sit straight, like griff blake
blue and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape
Racked up shawty, chain 40
in with one bitch, left out with four
Shout my homie Meek Mill, shout my 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, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that

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