Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

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

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 thousand worth strong
the club 'bout to hear this song

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

YC

Still fresh, yeah, and in my
Iced out, okay,
Trapped up, know I keep tool
That racks on racks so ma'fuckin'
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 it on the green
cut up, got lean on lean
That shit, over with
She put it on the rack, notice 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 like a hard spot
Make me throw my up, bitch, my life was hard knock
Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart
Every night's a weekend, day's a Friday night
You ain't seen yet, bitch, this just my Friday ice
'87, fare, yeah, I'm talkin' thirty racks
All I sold is hundos, where the my twenties at?

Wiz

on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's off
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what that
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 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 you got the check, I guess that's why all of these niggas get bent
They said "Fuck a young nigga, a young nigga"
I know it's some girls in the right now who wanna fuck a young nigga
I roll one and another one bigger
thinkin' they sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma my weed and I'ma drink my liquor
Better make you fuck your girl right 'fore I dick her

Waka Flame

(Flocka!)
I got on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!)
on top of bands (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 when she hear (Grove Street!)
She got "Grove St." on (Flocka!)
Got racks you understand (Uh-huh)
Money from here to Japan (Uh-huh)
Know it good when she go no
Girl, you got me in a

Got goin' so strong
Gettin' brain I'm talkin' on the phone
money when 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 to hear this song

We got racks on racks on (Racks)
on racks on racks (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 even tryna hold back

The Prynce

Got racks on racks on racks, y'all rap so on wax
Purple by the pound, that's that Flacco,
I make big plays, I got big
Blue money six Crips
Switch gears like stick
as hell, no Big Kipp
We buy cars, flip whips
Catch us smokin' quick trip
Pitch piff, that's a
I like to that a quick flip
triggers like hamstrings
Boy, I'm doin' my thing
Baby blood them bricks, pimp
Get off a key like I can't
Got the seven on me like big
Ridin' round, and this dirty
I'm the best, hands
nicknamed me 6:30
I'm wit' Dose and YC
Readell Road, my street
Ask on the Eastside
I'm the

Bun B

Bun B, I'm king
In the car on swang
With the top on drop and the on pop
Boy, you can't tell me a thang
Fifth wheel on the back just
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
the grill in the front, wood wheel in the blunts
You're on lights in my bank
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, like a on clacks
Try to jack and I attack
It's a fact that I 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 over Baghdad
But on the track, you can call me
why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm flyin' on the plane with a turban
But I'm fly, y'all just turbulence, exit row, (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, be no survivors
Just gimme a hour, I'll light it up like an Tower

Yo

Got on top of bills, scales on top of scales
I'm Mr. All White, got yell' on top of
Got pills all on my phone, niggas know I'm wrong
Said 50 for a song, and they leave me 'lone
front me a brick, that ain't nothin' to you
Just ran through a ticket, there ain't to do
Yeah, I these streets like 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 on lights on lights

Got campaign goin' so
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the
money 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 to hear this 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 on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks
Nigga, I even tryna hold back

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

Cory

The tracks on off raps, see stacks from 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 y'all hoes, got racks on 'em like hoes
Young Money, Cash Money so strong, scorin', I'ma bring it on home
Those Xans and the lean cause zones, somethin' tan a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry four blades
Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money since like fourth 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, a shimmy with the gauge
bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy gettin' paid
Goin' for the grips every day 'til the
I be worried about chips, you be worried about the

Got Activist in my Sprite, in my Robins
Frank Muller wit' flooded ice, but I got my brightness
In the fast lane, gettin' brain in a 2012 Maserati
I'm kickin', pimpin', Liu Kang, my coupe smokin' like Friday
on that 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
was a kingpin, a couple milli 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 city with the on crack
Top dropped down, black on
of wood, twisted for the good
Check my account, got racks on racks
Look around, fool, got a wall full of
Platinum and gold, you gots to 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, Cory Mo cold as
Shows to do, got to sell
Got a lotta BMI checks in the mail
If ballin' was a crime, I'd be in
Locked up for life like "What the hell?"

Got campaign goin' so
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 this song

We got on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks (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 even hold back

Yeah, they call me Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm crimson color painted, you can call 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 in it for the cars
The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine 'bout Mars
I ride them boys in the middle of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down to the Dirty, back up through the
But the don't stack, man, money overlap
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 seen my neighbors
A chick in ATL and from Buckhead to
Now y'all better leave me alone, got license for my
Don't lease or your mama phone 'bout "Yo' baby gone!"
Tell the truth, I ain't lie, I got so many rides
know which one I'ma drive, fuck it, I'm just gon' fly

Everybody wanna hate I'm on, blowin' head back, bottles by the zone
Twista get up on the track and spit it the way I do simp-a-ly 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, close out the par', wit' 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 gon' make 'em the flo'
Might as well get it off yo' chest, while everybody got ammunition on
I don't see them T-Dum-Izzle as a threat, I got racks on racks on racks
Oh, Twista, I see your future, 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 entire when I kill and bury
'Cause I manipulate your molecular structure, other words, '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 your call me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', bitches lyin'
I take 'em to the crib and leave our future in a
I wake up fresher than these as is
Look inside my closet, that shit look like it's Raks
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 sayin' my vows to this 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 called her
(Called her connect) You her collect
I to collect, no need 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 hood if you where I'm at (Where I'm at)
In the of a Chevy that's all black (All black)
Racks on racks, I 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)
King of the club, I bet you top (Top)
niggas hate the fact I get guap (Guap)
Or the fact when the money go up, it stop (Boy!)
I'm in the club, tryna show 'em how to (Stunt)
Tryna pick up what I'm throw, it take about a month (Month)
The club underwater, have 'em out the front
While I'm somewhere in the back, gettin' blowed a blunt (Blunt)
No need to trip, you can tell 'em that I'm cool as (Cool as hell)
'Cause it's the case I know the pack of pumas (Pumas well)
I'm a blood motherfucker, dude'll tell (Dude'll tell)
Got 47 'neath the old-school as (School as well)
I got lights on my wrist that'll flash cop (Cops)
Couple of foreign cars I ride no top (Tops)
of whi-whips that I ride like yachts (Yachts)
A couple of haters lookin', I'm them niggas hot (Hot)
And 'em that I don't give 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 it's of that liq' (Hot!)
Got racks, ain't tits (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no Lego (Woo!)
Hit a trick and a nigga got it
I keep that hottie, just at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty bands in King of Diamonds
Sorry, just part of my hobby (Swoop!)
And I hear 'em feelin' my swagger, so dope, shit, I sold y'all copies
That ice be onto my and wrist, now anybody wanna play some hockey
I'm that nigga in fact (In fact), paper tall as (Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, be on your local Walmart rack

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

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

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