Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

YC!
(What you got?) Racks on on racks
(He got) Racks on on racks
(We got) Racks on on racks
(Leggo)
(Hey) We got racks on on racks
(She got) on racks on racks
(They got) Racks on racks on

Got campaign so strong
brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your is long
Real street niggas, ain't no
We at the top where we
Drink lean, rose,
on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club 'bout to this song

We got racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on

Got racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on
Nigga, I ain't even hold back

YC

Still fresh, yeah, and in my
out, okay, cool
Trapped up, know I keep that
That on racks so ma'fuckin' fool
All the globe, bein' on TV
you look, you see YC
Hatin'-ass niggas wishin' they were me
YC, YC, YC
Way too big for my jeans
I'm so fly I don't got wings
Eyes low, just blame it on the green
Girl cut up, got lean on
That shit, over with
She put it on the rack, notice it
My bank 'count, commas all it
Racks on on racks

Jeezy

Young, if it's convertible, how is it a hardtop?
Bitch, I hit one button, my roof open like a hard
Make me throw my up, bitch, my life was hard knock
Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my stop
Every night's a weekend, day's a Friday night
You ain't seen nothin' yet, bitch, this just my ice
'87, fare, yeah, I'm talkin' thirty racks
All I is hundos, where the fuck my twenties at?

Wiz

Racks on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my off
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout grand what that cost
Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck flight, I blast off
Niggas talkin' tattooes, we have a tat-off
Got racks on on racks, naps on naps on naps
made a mill, count another mill, so put that on top of that
Way in 2004, I told 'em it was a wrap
Now my life ain't my life no more, I told you, nigga, it's a
Oooh, you you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet
We can't even talk 'less you got the check, I guess that's why all of these niggas get
They said "Fuck a nigga, fuck a young nigga"
I know it's some girls in the crowd right now who fuck a young nigga
I roll one and roll another one
Niggas thinkin' sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma drink my
Better make sure you fuck your girl right I dick her

Waka Flocka

(Flocka!)
I got racks on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of (Uh!)
Bands on top of (Uh!), got me fuckin' her (Uh!) and her friends (Flocka!)
Bad don't do papers (Flex!), that was just for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!)
(Clap, clap, go, go, go, go, go, Flocka!) Clap two times if you
Got a bad bitch the U.K. (Okay!)
She do I say (Okay!)
Go crazy she hear music (Grove Street!)
She got "Grove St." on (Flocka!)
Got racks you don't (Uh-huh)
Money long from to Japan (Uh-huh)
Know it good she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a

Got campaign so strong
brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money your money is long
Real street niggas, no clone
We at the top we belong
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear song

We got racks on racks on (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Got on racks on racks

Got racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on racks on
Nigga, I even tryna hold back

Cyhi The

Got racks on racks on racks, y'all rap so on wax
Purple by the pound, that Flacco, haaaa
I make big plays, I got big
Blue like six Crips
Switch gears stick shifts
as hell, no Big Kipp
We buy cars, y'all flip
us smokin' that quick trip
Pitch piff, a handspring
I to call that a quick flip
Pull triggers hamstrings
Boy, I'm doin' my thing
Baby blood with them bricks,
Get off a key like I sing
Got the on me like big jersey
Ridin' round, and this dirty
I'm the best, down
They me 6:30
I'm wit' Dose and YC
Readell Road, my street
Ask around on the
I'm the

Bun B

Bun B, I'm underground
In the car on swang
the top on drop and the trunk on pop
Boy, you can't me a damn thang
wheel on the back just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
With the grill in the front, wheel in the blunts
You're on neon lights in my
Yeah, I rep P-A-T
One hundred, yeah, me
If you recognize, you gon' see
I'm a straight-up OG
In a
Cadillac, a Mack on clacks
Try to jack and I will
It's a fact I ain't givin' up my stacks like that

B.o.B

Call me Bobby Ray, but not two names
Flyin' through the city, all-black, Wayne
No, not bombs over
But on the track, you can call me
That's why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm flyin' on the plane a turban
But I'm fly, y'all turbulence, exit row, emergency (Mayday!)
As a kid, I was struck by lightning, no wonder I'm electrifying
Fuck a brainstorm, I'll fuck around and cause a power
And it ain't no rivals, if it was, be no survivors
Just gimme a hour, I'll light it up like an Eiffel

Yo

Got bills on top of bills, scales on top of
I'm Mr. All White, got yell' on top of
Got all on my phone, these niggas know I'm wrong
Said 50 for a song, and they won't leave me
Gotta me a brick, that ain't nothin' to you
Just ran through a ticket, there nothin' to do
Yeah, I love these streets I love the booth
Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100
Got on white on white, ice on ice on ice
And when I'm in the club it look like lights on on lights

Got campaign goin' so
Gettin' when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' when your money is long
Real street niggas, no clone
We at the top we belong
Drink lean, rose,
Smokin' on a thousand worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear song

We got racks on on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on

Got on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold

Racks on racks on racks, I'm tryna and not call back
My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, might you a cab
Yeah, ridin' around wit' that reefer scent, ridin' with Ms. Reece and them
When I'm in the groove, I can freak a tune, I'm smoother than alopecia
I shows out, like dope I put that flow down
Like soap when I put my clothes on, I'm jokin', but I be out
And all she is more bags, but all I want is more 1s
I told her "Bring that money back" like all racks is Nordstrom's

Cory

The on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks
From the X to the in the Ac, if I ain't strapped, then the gats on scat
he black on 'em like Tae Bo, then he clap on 'em like bravo
Throw sacks on 'em like y'all hoes, got racks on 'em like tight
Young Money, Cash Money so strong, keep scorin', bring it on home
Xans and the lean cause zones, somethin' tan with a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got ways, one hat carry like four blades
Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money since like fourth grade
I'm the shit nowadays, so wave, no whips, no chains, I'm a slave
Let you niggas know Milita my gang, MCN if you was it's a game
See me with the twin, buck a shimmy the gauge
Wasn't Jimmy, I'd be busy gettin' paid
Goin' for the grips every day 'til the
I be about chips, you be worried about the Lay's

Got in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins
Muller wit' flooded ice, but I still got my brightness
In the fast lane, gettin' slow brain in a Maserati
I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my smokin' like Friday
Puffin' on garlic, sick off all the Marley
Inked up on my and arms, got them jams in my pocket
Shout out to Sha Money, signed me in a
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli
Nigga, you talkin' nothin', all in Flight Corps stuntin'
These exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the
No, you can't afford 'em, sharper than a
Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC like my

Mo

Catch me in the with the trunk on crack
Top dropped down, black on
Fistful of wood, for the good
Check my bank account, got racks on
Look around, fool, got a wall full of
Platinum and gold, you gots to that
Posted up just a thumbtack
Better hide ya ho, she bound to get snatched
H-Town, to ATL
She got a fat ass, she know me well
it on the low, never kiss and tell
True player, Mo cold as hell
to do, got records to sell
Got a whole lotta BMI checks in the
If was a crime, I'd be in jail
Locked up for life like "What the hell?"

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' brain I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is
Real street niggas, no clone
We at the top where we
Drink lean, rose,
Smokin' on a dollars worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear song

We got on racks on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Got racks on racks on

Got on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks
Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold

Yeah, call me Country Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm crimson color painted, you can that Alabama
I'm not from Alabama, but check out how I roll
He have the same whip, but check out how I roll mine
Y'all niggas ain't no stars, y'all only in it for the
The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine somewhere 'bout
I ride them boys in the middle of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
to the Dirty, back up through the trap
But the money don't stack, man, money
Yeah, y'all better it, mayne, right here we lock and load
Two things is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa
Got a house on hundred acres, I've never seen my
A chick in ATL and from to Decatur
Now y'all better leave me alone, got for my chrome
Don't or your mama phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!"
the truth, I ain't gon' lie, I got so many rides
Don't know which one I'ma drive, it, I'm just gon' fly

Everybody wanna hate I'm on, blowin' head back, bottles by the zone
Twista finna get up on the track and spit it the way I do because I like this song
When I step up out the Maserati car, gotta pull it, pull it, pull it, it from the jar
Then I blow, I'ma close out the par', some killers and everybody know who we are
Get Gang steppin' through the do', Chi-cago, cago, cago
wanna get into it, come on and do it, for security, we gon' make 'em pull the flo'
Might as get it off yo' chest, while everybody got ammunition on deck
I don't see them as a threat, 'cause I got racks on racks on racks
Oh, Twista, I see your future, finna shoot ya, I salute you if you could get at the general in my
Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I could destroy an village when I kill and bury
'Cause I manipulate your molecular structure, other words, fill 'em up wit'
If you try to give it to me at the door, I just I had to let you know

Big

(I bet your bitch me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', married lyin'
I take 'em to the crib and leave our in a condom
I up fresher than these motherfuckers as is
Look inside my closet, that shit look like Raks Fifth
Man, that's racks on racks on racks on top of packs on top of
My is pow on pow on pow, I'm off them trees, no eye, no ow
I'm at the altar sayin' my vows to this Benjamin Franklin
You buy her a house, I won't buy her a vowel, you in love, and I fell in her mouth
called her Dickface, she called her connect
(Called her connect) You her collect
I call to collect, no for a pet
If I throw this paper, yo' bitch fetch
(Do it!)
And the track gon' be as long as we got me
(I do it)

I'm the hood if you wondered I'm at (Where I'm at)
In the back of a Chevy all black (All black)
on racks, I don't know how to act (Act)
Track and field with the birds, I'm 'em like track (Track)
throws of money, bet you can't blind (Blind)
King of the club, I bet you top (Top)
Bitch niggas hate the fact I get (Guap)
Or the fact when the money go up, it won't (Boy!)
I'm in the club, show 'em how to stunt (Stunt)
Tryna pick up I'm throw, it prolly take about a month (Month)
The club underwater, have 'em runnin' out the
While I'm somewhere in the back, gettin' like a blunt (Blunt)
No need to trip, you can tell 'em I'm cool as hell (Cool as hell)
'Cause it's the I know the pack of pumas well (Pumas well)
I'm a motherfucker, that dude'll tell (Dude'll tell)
Got 47 the old-school as well (School as well)
I got lights on my wrist flash like cop (Cops)
Couple of cars that I ride no top (Tops)
Couple of whi-whips that I ride like (Yachts)
A couple of haters lookin', I'm knowin' them hot (Hot)
And tell 'em that I give a damn
Hard as a motherfucker, 'em I was HAM
Call it you want, I'ma do it for the fam
Yeah, that's the type of that I am

Ace

Okay, I'm off into this bitch (This bitch!)
Wit' a cup, and full of that liq' (Hot!)
Got racks, ain't tits (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no Lego (Woo!)
Hit a and a fiendin' nigga got it
I keep hottie, just look at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty bands in that of Diamonds
Sorry, just part of my hobby (Swoop!)
And I hear 'em feelin' my Florida swagger, so dope, shit, I y'all copies
That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna play hockey
I'm that nigga in fact (In fact), paper as Shaq (Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your local Walmart

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the
Spendin' money when your is long
Real niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top we belong
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand worth strong
When the club 'bout to this song

We got racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Got on racks on racks

Got on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on racks on
Nigga, I even tryna hold back