Luyện nghe bài hát Racked Up Shawty

MMG
All my niggas up and racked out
a lifestyle nigga

Racked up shawty, racked up
All bitches call me racked up shawty
up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these bitches call me 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 racked out, fuck a 'til she tap out
Fuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J.
'Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, south
Y'all niggas speak shit and I live shit that I rap 'bout
'Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty like Diddy
niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in that 50
Now tell hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin'
I done fucking ain't answered once now why 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 bitches call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up
And all these bitches call me up shawty

My cost me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)
My presidential Rollie, I'm that Barack (shit)
I meant Barrack (shit), too much 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
They talk behind my bitch's back, must've seen her ass then
From H like the Astros, scorecard 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 cold so I don't ride I ski tracks

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 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, chain 40
Came in one bitch, left out with four
Shout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie
Know the crib a couple mill', and I ain't brag ho
That Coke Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy gotta strapped
That Ghost, fuck that Maybach, hoes say that's that

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