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 on racks
(Leggo)
(Hey) We got racks on on racks
(She got) Racks on on racks
(They got) Racks on on racks

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

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

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

YC

Still fresh, yeah, and in my
Iced out, okay,
Trapped up, know I keep that
racks on racks so ma'fuckin' fool
All the globe, bein' on TV
you look, you see YC
Hatin'-ass niggas just they were me
YC, YC, YC
Way too big for my ma'fuckin'
I'm so fly I even 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 'count, commas all over it
Racks on racks on

Young

Young, if it's convertible, how is it a hardtop?
Bitch, I hit one button, my roof open like a hard
me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock
Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I my heart stop
Every night's a weekend, every day's a night
You ain't seen nothin' yet, bitch, this my Friday 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, thirty grand what that cost
Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck flight, I blast off
Niggas tattooes, we should have a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, on naps on naps
Just a mill, count another mill, so put that on top of that
Way back in 2004, I told 'em it was a
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 talk 'less you got the check, I guess that's why all of these niggas get bent
They said "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a nigga"
I know it's some girls in the right now who wanna fuck a young nigga
I roll one and roll another one
Niggas they sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma my liquor
Better make sure you fuck your right 'fore I dick her

Waka Flame

(Flocka!)
I got on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!)
Bands on top of bands (Uh!), got me fuckin' her (Uh!) and her (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 from the U.K. (Okay!)
She do I say (Okay!)
Go crazy she hear music (Grove Street!)
She got "Grove St." on (Flocka!)
Got you don't understand (Uh-huh)
Money long here to Japan (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' when your money is long
Real street niggas, no clone
We at the top where we
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth
the club 'bout to hear this song

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

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

The Prynce

Got racks on on racks, y'all rap so wack on wax
Purple by the pound, that Flacco, haaaa
I make big plays, I got big
Blue money six Crips
gears like stick shifts
Fresh as hell, no Big
We buy cars, y'all flip
Catch us smokin' that trip
piff, that's a handspring
I to call that a quick flip
triggers like hamstrings
Boy, I'm doin' my thing
Baby with them bricks, pimp
Get off a key like I can't
Got the seven on me like big
Ridin' round, and bitch dirty
I'm the best, down
They nicknamed me
I'm Young Dose and YC
Readell Road, 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 and the trunk on pop
Boy, you can't tell me a thang
wheel on the back just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
With the in the front, wood wheel in the blunts
You're on neon in my bank
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
a fact that I ain't givin' up my stacks like that

B.o.B

Call me Ray, but it's not two names
through the city, all-black, Bruce Wayne
No, not bombs 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, y'all 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 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 Tower

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
50 for a song, and they won't leave me 'lone
Gotta me a brick, that ain't nothin' 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 it look like lights on lights on lights

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' brain 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,
on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the 'bout to hear this song

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

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

Racks on racks on racks, I'm tryna smash and not back
My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, call 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 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 her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's

Gunz

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my
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, 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', I'ma bring it on
Those and the lean cause zones, somethin' tan with a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry four blades
Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money since like grade
I'm the shit nowadays, so they wave, no whips, no chains, I'm a
Let you niggas know 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 gettin' paid
Goin' for the grips every day the grave
I be worried chips, you be worried about the Lay's

Got Activist in my Sprite, in my Robins
Frank wit' flooded ice, but I still got my brightness
In the fast lane, gettin' slow 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 and arms, got them jams in my pocket
Shout out to Sha Money, me in a hurry
Daddy was a kingpin, a milli buried
Nigga, you talkin' nothin', all in Flight Corps stuntin'
These exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the
No, you can't 'em, sharper than a swordsman
Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC my brother

Mo

Catch me in the with the trunk on crack
Top down, black on black
of wood, twisted for the good
Check my bank account, got on racks
Look around, fool, got a wall full of
Platinum and gold, you gots to that
up just like a thumbtack
Better hide ya ho, she bound to get snatched
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
Shows to do, got records to
Got a whole BMI checks in the mail
If was a crime, I'd be in jail
Locked up for life like "What the hell?"

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

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

Yeah, they call me Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm crimson color painted, you can call Alabama
I'm not Alabama, but check out how I roll tide
He might have the same whip, but out how I roll mine
Y'all niggas ain't no stars, only in it for the cars
The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine 'bout Mars
I wit' them boys 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 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, never seen my neighbors
A in ATL and from Buckhead to Decatur
Now better leave me alone, got license for my chrome
Don't lease or mama phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!"
Tell the truth, I gon' lie, I got so many rides
Don't know which one drive, fuck it, I'm just gon' fly

Everybody wanna because 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 Money Gang through the do', Chi-cago, cago, cago
Anybody 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 T-Dum-Izzle as a threat, 'cause I got on racks on racks
Oh, Twista, I see your future, finna shoot ya, I you if you could get at the general in my military
Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I could destroy an entire village I kill and bury
'Cause I your molecular structure, other words, fill 'em up wit' holes
If you try to give it to me at the door, I just I had to let you know

Big

(I bet bitch call me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', married bitches
I take 'em to the and leave our future in a condom
I wake up fresher than these as is
Look my closet, that shit look like it's Raks Fifth
Man, that's racks on racks on racks on top of 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 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 track 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 back of a Chevy all black (All black)
on racks, I don't know how to act (Act)
Track and field the birds, I'm runnin' 'em like track (Track)
Free throws of money, bet you blind (Blind)
of the club, I bet you can't top (Top)
Bitch hate the fact I get guap (Guap)
Or the fact when the money go up, it won't (Boy!)
I'm in the club, tryna 'em how to stunt (Stunt)
pick up what 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' blowed a blunt (Blunt)
No need to trip, you can tell 'em I'm cool as hell (Cool as hell)
'Cause 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 on my wrist that'll flash like cop (Cops)
Couple of foreign that I ride no top (Tops)
Couple of whi-whips 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
Call it what you want, do it for the fam
Yeah, that's the of nigga that I am

Ace

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

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

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