Luyện nghe bài hát Racked Up Shawty

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

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

Racks all on my wrist, all on my neck
I spend racks all on my bitch, look at these racks all on my
Nigga I'm racked up and I'm racked out, a bitch 'til she tap out
Fuck a bitch then I pass out, and my on J. Stackhouse
'Cause I hard, I'm swagged out, all black, Maybach south
Y'all niggas just speak shit and I live shit I rap 'bout
'Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, money 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 fucking ain't 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

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

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

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

Racked up I'm racked out, Ferrari blacked out
Black Friday black mac, popping black jack
Bitch I'm hotter than grease, made 250 this week
bitch, all in her, balling bitch sportscenter
Ass fat can't sit straight, ballin griff blake
Chain and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape
Racked up shawty, 'bout 40
Came in with one bitch, out with 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, that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's that

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