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

Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my
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 bitch she tap out
Fuck a bitch then I pass out, and my on J. Stackhouse
'Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, Maybach
Y'all niggas just speak shit and I live shit I rap 'bout
'Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, money like Diddy
Hammers niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in 50
Now tell them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm
I done fucking ain't answered once now why ho keep callin'?
niggas be fraudin', acting like y'all got it
That shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my

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

My shoes cost me a (nice), my outfit 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 passenger, and that's word to Pac (damn)
That's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in peace to the (yeah)
We niggas for acting, rest in peace to them legends (yeah)
Catch me in that Aston, I'm "wassup?" fuck
They talk my bitch's back, they must've seen her ass then
From H town the Astros, scorecard her ass 10
Pop pills no Aspirin, a ski slope in Aspen
It's going down, down, no I brought my ski racks
Niggas know my flow so I don't ride I ski tracks

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

Racked up I'm out, black Ferrari blacked out
Black Friday black mac, popping black jack
Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this
Baddest bitch, all in her, balling bitch
Ass fat can't sit straight, ballin like griff
Chain blue and white Penn State, touring off a
up shawty, chain 'bout 40
Came in with one bitch, left out four
Shout my Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo
Know the crib a couple mill', and I ain't 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, up shawty
And all these bitches me racked up shawty