Luyện nghe bài hát Racked Up Shawty

MMG
All my strapped up and racked out
It's a nigga

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

Racks all on my wrist, all on my neck
I spend racks all on my bitch, at these racks all on my check
Nigga I'm up and I'm racked out, fuck a bitch '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 speak shit and I live shit that I rap 'bout
'Cause these racks came my crackhouse, dirty 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 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 nigga that's racks off of my pocket

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

My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my off the rack (nice)
My presidential Rollie, I'm calling Barack (shit)
Damn I meant Barrack (shit), too much (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 kill niggas for acting, rest in to them legends (yeah)
Catch me in that Aston, I'm "wassup?" 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, a ski slope in Aspen
It's 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, up shawty
And all these call me racked up shawty

Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari out
Black black mac, popping spades black jack
Bitch I'm hotter than fish grease, made 250 this
bitch, all in her, balling bitch sportscenter
Ass fat can't sit straight, ballin like griff
Chain blue and white Penn State, touring off a
Racked up shawty, 'bout 40
Came in with one bitch, left out with
Shout my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie
Know the crib a couple mill', and I ain't brag ho
That Boy, that Maybach, that Bad Boy gotta stay strapped
That Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest hoes say that's

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