Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

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

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

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

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

YC

Still fresh, yeah, and in my
out, okay, cool
Trapped up, know I that tool
racks on racks so ma'fuckin' fool
All around the globe, 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 even got
Eyes real low, just blame it on the
Girl cut up, got on lean
That shit, over with
She put it on the rack, won't it
My bank 'count, commas all it
on racks on racks

Young

Young, if it's convertible, how is it a hardtop?
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 stop
Every night's a weekend, day's a Friday night
You ain't seen nothin' yet, bitch, just my Friday ice
'87, brick fare, yeah, I'm talkin' thirty
All I sold is hundos, the fuck my twenties at?

Wiz

on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's off
Lookin' at my Rollie, thirty grand what that cost
like I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off
Niggas talkin' tattooes, we should a tat-off
Got on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps
Just made a mill, count 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
said "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga"
I know it's girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga
I roll one and roll one bigger
Niggas thinkin' they sick, well, I'm
I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma my liquor
make sure you fuck your girl right 'fore I dick her

Waka Flocka

(Flocka!)
I got racks on top of (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!)
Bands on top of bands (Uh!), got me fuckin' her (Uh!) and her (Flocka!)
Bad boys 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 from 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 understand (Uh-huh)
Money long from here to (Uh-huh)
Know it when she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a

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

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

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

The Prynce

Got racks on racks on racks, rap so wack on wax
Purple by the pound, that Flacco, haaaa
I big plays, I got big chips
Blue money like six
Switch gears like stick
as hell, no Big Kipp
We buy cars, flip whips
Catch us smokin' that quick
piff, that's a handspring
I like to call that a flip
Pull triggers like
Boy, I'm doin' my thing
Baby blood with them bricks,
Get off a key like I sing
Got the seven on me like big
Ridin' round, and bitch dirty
I'm the best, down
nicknamed me 6:30
I'm wit' Young and YC
Readell Road, that's my
Ask on the Eastside
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
Fifth on the back just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
With the grill in the front, wood wheel in the
You're on neon lights in my
Yeah, I rep P-A-T
One hundred, yeah, me
If you don't recognize, you see
I'm a straight-up OG
In a
Cadillac, a Mack on clacks
Try to jack and I attack
It's a fact that I ain't up my stacks like that

B.o.B

me Bobby Ray, but it's not two names
Flyin' through the city, all-black, Wayne
No, not over Baghdad
But on the track, you can me Hussein
That's why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm flyin' on the plane with a
But I'm fly, just turbulence, exit row, emergency (Mayday!)
As a kid, I was by lightning, it's 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 it up like an Eiffel Tower

Yo

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

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the
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 'bout to hear this song

We got racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on 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 even tryna 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 alopecia skin
I out, like dope when I put that flow down
Like soap when I put my on, I'm jokin', but I be Foamed out
And all she want is more bags, but all I is more 1s
I told her "Bring money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's

Cory

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from of my slacks
the X to the MACs in the Ac, if I ain't strapped, then the gats on scat
Then he black on 'em like Tae Bo, then he clap on 'em bravo
Throw sacks on 'em like hoes, got racks on 'em like tight hoes
Young Money, Cash Money so strong, scorin', I'ma bring it on home
Those Xans and the lean cause zones, tan with a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat 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 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
for the grips every day 'til the grave
I be worried about chips, you be about the Lay's

Got in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins
Frank Muller wit' flooded ice, but I still got my
In the fast lane, gettin' 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
out to Sha Money, signed me in a hurry
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple buried
Nigga, you ain't talkin' nothin', all in Flight Corps
These exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the
No, you can't afford 'em, than a swordsman
Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC my brother

Mo

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

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

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

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

Yeah, they call me Country Grammar, my brother out the
I'm crimson color painted, you can call that
I'm not Alabama, but check out how I roll tide
He might have the whip, but check out how I roll mine
Y'all niggas no stars, y'all only in it for the cars
The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine somewhere 'bout
I ride wit' them boys in the of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down to the Dirty, up through the trap
But the money stack, man, money overlap
Yeah, better 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 Buckhead to Decatur
Now y'all better leave me alone, got license for my
Don't or your mama phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!"
Tell the truth, I ain't gon' lie, I got so rides
Don't which one I'ma drive, fuck it, I'm just gon' fly

Everybody wanna hate because I'm on, blowin' head back, by the zone
Twista finna get up on the track and spit it the way I do simp-a-ly I like this song
When I step up out the Maserati car, gotta pull it, pull it, it, pull it from the jar
Then I blow, I'ma close out the par', wit' killers and everybody know who we are
Get Money Gang 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 see them T-Dum-Izzle 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 get at the general in my military
Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I could destroy an entire village when I and bury
'Cause I manipulate molecular structure, other words, fill 'em up wit' holes
If you try to give it to me at the door, I just thought I had to let you

Big

(I bet bitch call me Big)
I got single tryin', married bitches lyin'
I take 'em to the crib and leave our in a condom
I wake up fresher these motherfuckers as is
inside my closet, that shit look like it's Raks Fifth
Man, that's racks on racks on on top of packs on top of pounds
My chains is pow on pow on pow, I'm off trees, no eye, no ow
I'm at the altar sayin' my vows to this Benjamin Franklin
You buy her a house, I buy her a vowel, you fell in love, and I fell in her mouth
called her Dickface, she called her connect
(Called her connect) You call her
I call to collect, no for a pet
If I this paper, yo' bitch gon' fetch
(Do it!)
And the gon' be aight as long as we got me
(I do it)

I'm the if you wondered where I'm at (Where I'm at)
In the of a Chevy that's all black (All black)
on racks, I don't know how to act (Act)
Track and 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 the fact I get guap (Guap)
Or the when the money go up, it won't stop (Boy!)
I'm in the club, show 'em how to stunt (Stunt)
Tryna up what I'm throw, it prolly take about a month (Month)
The club underwater, 'em runnin' out the front
While I'm somewhere in the back, gettin' blowed a blunt (Blunt)
No need to trip, you can tell 'em I'm cool as hell (Cool as hell)
it's the case I know the pack of pumas well (Pumas well)
I'm a blood motherfucker, that 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 foreign cars that I no top (Tops)
Couple of that I ride like yachts (Yachts)
A couple of lookin', I'm knowin' them niggas hot (Hot)
And tell 'em that I don't give a
Hard as a motherfucker, 'em I was HAM
it what you want, I'ma do it for the fam
Yeah, that's the type of that I am

Ace

Okay, I'm back off this bitch (This bitch!)
Wit' a cup, and it's of that liq' (Hot!)
Got racks, talkin' tits (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no bricks (Woo!)
Hit a trick and a nigga got it
I keep that hottie, just at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty bands in that King of
Sorry, that's just of my hobby (Swoop!)
And I hear 'em feelin' my Florida swagger, so dope, shit, I sold copies
That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna play hockey
I'm that nigga in fact (In fact), tall as Shaq (Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on local Walmart rack

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

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

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