Luyện nghe bài hát Racked Up Shawty

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

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

Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my
I spend racks all on my bitch, look at these 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
I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, Maybach south
Y'all niggas just speak and I live shit that I rap 'bout
'Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty like Diddy
Hammers niggas ain't seen, got 30 off in that 50
Now tell them hoes that I'm busy, tell them that I'm ballin'
I done fucking ain't answered once now why ho keep callin'?
Y'all 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 bitches me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up
And all these bitches call me up shawty

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

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

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

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