Luyện nghe bài hát Racked Up Shawty

MMG
All my niggas strapped up and out
a lifestyle nigga

Racked up shawty, up shawty
All these bitches call me 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 racks all on my bitch, look at these racks 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 pockets on J.
'Cause I ball hard, I'm out, all black, Maybach south
Y'all just speak shit and I live shit that I rap 'bout
these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like Diddy
Hammers niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in 50
Now them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm ballin'
I done ain't answered once now why does ho keep callin'?
Y'all niggas be fraudin', acting y'all got it
That shit you call your stash that's racks off of my pocket

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

My shoes cost me a rack (nice), my off the rack (nice)
My presidential Rollie, I'm calling that (shit)
Damn I Barrack (shit), too much Ciroc (shit)
Won't catch me in that passenger, and that's to Pac (damn)
That's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in to the legends (yeah)
We kill for acting, rest in peace to them legends (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 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, racked up
All these bitches call me up shawty
Racked up shawty, up shawty
And all these bitches me racked up shawty

Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari out
Black Friday black mac, popping spades jack
Bitch I'm than fish grease, made 250 this week
Baddest bitch, all in her, balling sportscenter
Ass fat can't sit straight, ballin like griff
blue and white Penn State, touring off a mixtape
Racked up shawty, chain 40
Came in with one bitch, out with four
Shout my homie Meek Mill, my homie Fabo
Know the crib a mill', and I ain't trynna brag ho
That Coke Boy, 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 call me up shawty
up shawty, racked up shawty
And all bitches call me racked up shawty