Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

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

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

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

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

YC

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

Young

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

Wiz

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

Waka Flocka

(Flocka!)
I got racks on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of (Uh!)
Bands on top of bands (Uh!), got me 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 when she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a

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

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

Got racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on on racks (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
by the pound, that's that Flacco, haaaa
I big plays, I got big chips
Blue like six Crips
Switch gears like stick
Fresh as hell, no Big
We buy cars, y'all whips
Catch us smokin' that trip
Pitch piff, a handspring
I like to call a quick flip
Pull triggers like
Boy, I'm my damn thing
Baby blood them bricks, pimp
Get off a key like I can't
Got the seven on me big jersey
Ridin' round, and bitch dirty
I'm the best, down
They me 6:30
I'm wit' Dose and YC
Road, that's my street
Ask on the Eastside
I'm the

Bun B

Bun B, I'm underground
In the car on swang
With the top on drop and the 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 in my bank
Yeah, I rep that
One hundred, yeah, me
If you don't recognize, you see
I'm a trill OG
In a
Cadillac, a Mack on clacks
Try to jack and I attack
It's a that I ain't givin' up my stacks like that

B.o.B

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

Yo

Got bills on top of bills, on top of scales
I'm Mr. All White, got on top of yell'
Got pills all on my phone, these know I'm wrong
50 for a song, and they won't leave me 'lone
Gotta front me a brick, that ain't to you
Just ran through a ticket, ain't nothin' to do
Yeah, I love these streets I love the booth
Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100
Got white on 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' brain I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is
Real street niggas, no clone
We at the top where we
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear this

We got racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
on racks 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 ain't even hold back

Racks on on racks, I'm tryna smash 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 skin
I shows out, like dope I put that flow down
Like when I put my clothes on, I'm jokin', but I be Foamed out
And all she want is bags, but all I want is more 1s
I told her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is

Gunz

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
Then he black on 'em like Tae Bo, then he on 'em like bravo
Throw sacks on 'em like y'all hoes, got racks on 'em like hoes
Young Money, Cash Money so strong, keep scorin', I'ma bring it on
Those Xans and the lean cause zones, somethin' tan with a jawbone
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry like blades
Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' since like fourth grade
I'm the shit nowadays, so they wave, no whips, no chains, I'm a
Let you niggas Milita my gang, MCN if you was thinkin' it's a game
See me with the twin, buck a with the gauge
Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy paid
Goin' for the grips every day the grave
I be worried about chips, you be worried about the

Got in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins
Frank Muller wit' flooded ice, but I got my brightness
In the lane, gettin' slow brain in a 2012 Maserati
I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my coupe smokin' Friday
Puffin' on that garlic, sick off all the
Inked up on my hands and arms, got them in my pocket
Shout out to Sha Money, signed me in a
Daddy was a kingpin, a milli buried
Nigga, you ain't talkin' nothin', all in Corps stuntin'
These 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans
No, you can't afford 'em, sharper a swordsman
Racks on racks, our strong, and YC like my brother

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
around, fool, got a wall full of plaques
Platinum and gold, you to love that
Posted up like a thumbtack
Better hide ya ho, 'cause she bound to get
H-Town, to ATL
She got a fat ass, she prolly know me
Keep it on the low, never kiss and
True player, Cory Mo as hell
to do, got records to sell
Got a whole lotta BMI checks in the
If ballin' was a crime, I'd be in
Locked up for life like "What the hell?"

Got goin' so strong
Gettin' when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your is long
street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we
Drink lean, rose,
Smokin' on a thousand dollars 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 racks on racks on

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

Yeah, they call me Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm crimson color painted, you can that Alabama
I'm not from Alabama, but out how I roll tide
He might 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 somewhere 'bout Mars
I ride wit' them in the middle of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down to the Dirty, back up through the
But the money don't stack, man, money
Yeah, y'all watch 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 my neighbors
A chick in ATL and from to Decatur
Now y'all leave me alone, got license for my chrome
Don't lease or your mama phone 'bout "Yo' baby gone!"
the truth, I ain't gon' lie, I got so many rides
Don't know which one I'ma drive, fuck it, I'm just fly

Everybody wanna hate because I'm on, blowin' head back, bottles by the
Twista finna get up on the and spit it the way I do simp-a-ly because I like this song
I step up out the Maserati car, gotta pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it from the jar
Then I blow, I'ma close out the par', wit' some killers and know who we are
Get Money Gang steppin' through the do', Chi-cago, cago,
Anybody wanna get into it, on and do it, for security, we gon' make 'em pull the flo'
as well get it off yo' chest, while everybody got ammunition on deck
I don't see them T-Dum-Izzle as a threat, I got racks on racks on racks
Oh, Twista, I see future, finna shoot ya, I salute you if you could get at the general in my military
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 holes
If you try to it to me at the door, I just thought I had to let you know

Big

(I bet your call me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', married lyin'
I take 'em to the and leave our future in a condom
I up fresher than these motherfuckers as is
Look inside my closet, that look like it's Raks Fifth
Man, that's on racks on racks on top of packs on top of pounds
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 Benjamin Franklin power
You buy her a house, I buy her a vowel, you fell in love, and I fell in her mouth
They called her Dickface, she her connect
(Called her connect) You her collect
I call to collect, no for a pet
If I throw paper, yo' bitch gon' fetch
(Do it!)
And the track gon' be as long as we got me
(I do it)

I'm the hood if you where I'm at (Where I'm at)
In the back of a that's all black (All black)
Racks on racks, I don't how to act (Act)
and field with the birds, I'm runnin' 'em like track (Track)
Free throws of money, bet you can't (Blind)
of the club, I bet you can't top (Top)
Bitch niggas hate the fact I get (Guap)
Or the fact when the money go up, it stop (Boy!)
I'm in the club, tryna 'em how to stunt (Stunt)
Tryna pick up what I'm throw, it prolly take about a (Month)
The club underwater, have 'em runnin' out the
While I'm in the back, gettin' blowed like a blunt (Blunt)
No need to trip, you can tell 'em I'm cool as hell (Cool as hell)
'Cause it's the case I the pack of pumas well (Pumas well)
I'm a motherfucker, that dude'll tell (Dude'll tell)
Got 47 'neath the old-school as (School as well)
I got lights on my that'll flash like cop (Cops)
Couple of foreign cars that I no top (Tops)
Couple of whi-whips that I like yachts (Yachts)
A of haters lookin', I'm knowin' them niggas 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 nigga I am

Ace

Okay, I'm back off this bitch (This bitch!)
Wit' a cup, and it's of that liq' (Hot!)
Got racks, ain't talkin' (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no Lego (Woo!)
Hit a and a fiendin' nigga got it
I keep that hottie, just at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty in that King of Diamonds
Sorry, that's 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 play some hockey
I'm nigga in fact (In fact), paper tall as Shaq (Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your local rack

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

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

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