Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

YC!
(What you got?) Racks on racks on
(He got) on racks on racks
(We got) on racks 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' when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no
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)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on on racks

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

YC

Still fresh, yeah, and in my
out, okay, cool
Trapped up, know I that tool
That racks on racks so ma'fuckin'
All around the globe, on TV
you look, you see YC
Hatin'-ass niggas just wishin' were me
YC, YC, YC
Way too big for my ma'fuckin'
I'm so fly I don't got wings
Eyes real low, blame it on the green
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 convertible, then how is it a hardtop?
Bitch, I hit one button, my roof like a hard spot
Make me throw my up, bitch, my life was hard knock
Had so much and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart stop
Every night's a weekend, every day's a Friday
You ain't nothin' yet, bitch, this just my Friday ice
'87, brick fare, yeah, I'm talkin' racks
All I sold is hundos, where the my twenties at?

Wiz

Racks on, racks off, see blonde stripper, my hat's off
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand that cost
like I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off
Niggas talkin' tattooes, we have a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, on naps on naps
Just made a mill, count another mill, so put on top of that
Way back in 2004, I told 'em it was a
Now my ain't 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 that's why all of these niggas get bent
They "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga"
I know it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young
I roll one and roll another one
Niggas thinkin' sick, well, I'm sicker
smoke my weed and I'ma drink my liquor
Better make sure you fuck your right 'fore I dick her

Waka Flocka

(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 boys don't do papers (Flex!), was just for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!)
(Clap, clap, go, go, go, go, go, Flocka!) two times if you druuuunk
Got a bad from the U.K. (Okay!)
She do I say (Okay!)
Go crazy when she hear (Grove Street!)
She got "Grove St." on (Flocka!)
Got racks you understand (Uh-huh)
Money long from here to (Uh-huh)
Know it good when she go no
Girl, you got me in a

Got campaign goin' so
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the
Spendin' money when money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no
We at the top we belong
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth
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 racks on racks on

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

Cyhi The

Got on racks on racks, y'all rap so wack on wax
Purple by the pound, that's Flacco, haaaa
I big plays, I got big chips
Blue like six Crips
Switch like stick shifts
as hell, no Big Kipp
We buy cars, y'all whips
us smokin' that quick trip
Pitch piff, a handspring
I to call that a quick flip
Pull triggers like
Boy, I'm doin' my damn
Baby blood with bricks, pimp
Get off a key I can't sing
Got the on me like big jersey
Ridin' round, and bitch dirty
I'm the best, down
They me 6:30
I'm wit' Young and YC
Readell Road, my street
Ask around on the
I'm the

Bun B

Bun B, I'm underground
In the candy-painted car on
With the top on and the trunk on pop
Boy, you can't tell me a damn
Fifth on the back just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
With the grill in the front, wood in the blunts
on neon lights 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, like a Mack on
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 it's not two
through the city, all-black, Bruce 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 just turbulence, 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 outage
And it ain't no rivals, if it was, it'd be no
Just a hour, I'll light it up like an Eiffel Tower

Yo

Got bills on top of bills, on top of scales
I'm Mr. All White, got on top of yell'
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 a ticket, there ain't nothin' to do
Yeah, I love these streets like I love the
Mr. Music, I'm 100 proof
Got white on on white, ice on ice on ice
And I'm in the club it look like lights on lights on lights

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

We got racks on racks on (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 racks on
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' around with Ms. and them
I'm in the groove, I can freak a tune, I'm smoother than alopecia skin
I out, like dope when I put that flow down
soap 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" all them racks is Nordstrom's

Cory

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks back 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 like
Throw sacks on 'em like hoes, got racks on 'em like tight hoes
Young Money, Money so strong, keep scorin', I'ma bring it on home
Those Xans and the lean zones, somethin' tan with a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry like blades
Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money since like fourth
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 with the gauge
Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be gettin' paid
for the grips every day 'til the grave
I be worried about chips, you be worried the Lay's

Got in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins
Frank Muller wit' 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 like Friday
Puffin' on that garlic, sick off all the
Inked up on my hands and arms, got jams in my pocket
Shout out to Sha Money, me in a hurry
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli
Nigga, you talkin' nothin', all in Flight 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 city with the on crack
Top dropped down, on black
Fistful of wood, for the good
my bank account, got racks on racks
Look around, fool, got a wall of plaques
Platinum and gold, you to love that
Posted up just like a
Better ya ho, 'cause she bound to get snatched
H-Town, to ATL
She got a fat ass, she prolly know me
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 ballin' was a crime, I'd be in
Locked up for double life "What the hell?"

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

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

Yeah, call me Country Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm crimson color painted, you can call Alabama
I'm not from Alabama, but check out how I roll
He might have the 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 wit' them boys in the of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down to the Dirty, back up through the
But the money don't stack, man, overlap
Yeah, y'all better watch it, mayne, here we lock and load
Two things is for certain, mayne, and one is fa sho'
Got a house on hundred acres, I've seen my neighbors
A chick in ATL and from Buckhead to
Now y'all leave me alone, got license for my chrome
Don't lease or your mama phone 'bout "Yo' baby gone!"
Tell the truth, I ain't lie, I got so many rides
Don't know which one 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 because I like this song
When I step up out the Maserati car, pull it, pull it, pull it, pull 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 wanna get into it, come on and do it, for security, we 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 ya, I salute you if you could get at the general in my military
Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I destroy an entire 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 bitch call me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', married lyin'
I 'em to the crib and leave our future in a condom
I wake up fresher these motherfuckers as is
Look inside my closet, that shit like it's Raks Fifth
Man, racks 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 to this Benjamin Franklin power
You buy her a house, I won't buy her a vowel, you in love, and I fell in her mouth
They called her Dickface, she her connect
(Called her connect) You call her
I to collect, no need 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)
Racks on racks, I don't how to act (Act)
Track and field with the birds, I'm runnin' 'em like (Track)
throws of money, bet you can't blind (Blind)
King of the club, I bet you top (Top)
Bitch niggas the fact I get guap (Guap)
Or the fact when the money go up, it won't (Boy!)
I'm in the club, tryna show 'em how to (Stunt)
Tryna 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 to trip, you can tell 'em that 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 that I like yachts (Yachts)
A couple of haters lookin', I'm them niggas hot (Hot)
And tell 'em that I don't a damn
as a motherfucker, tell 'em I was HAM
Call it what you want, do it for the fam
Yeah, that's the type of that I am

Ace

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

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

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