Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

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

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

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

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

YC

Still fresh, yeah, and in my
Iced out, okay,
up, know I keep 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' they me
YC, YC, YC
Way too big for my ma'fuckin'
I'm so fly I don't got wings
Eyes real low, just it on the green
Girl cut up, got on lean
That shoebox shit, over
She put it on the rack, notice it
My bank 'count, all over it
Racks on on racks

Young

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

Wiz

Racks on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my off
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty what that cost
Smoke like I'm in Cali, takin' flight, I blast off
talkin' tattooes, we should have a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, naps on on naps
made a mill, count another mill, so put that on top of that
Way in 2004, I told 'em it was a wrap
Now my life ain't my 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 said "Fuck a young nigga, a young nigga"
I know some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga
I one and roll another one bigger
Niggas they sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my and I'ma drink my liquor
Better make sure you fuck girl right 'fore I dick her

Waka Flame

(Flocka!)
I got racks on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of (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!) two times if you druuuunk
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)
long from here to Japan (Uh-huh)
Know it good when she go no
Girl, you got me in a

Got campaign goin' so
Gettin' brain I'm talkin' on the phone
money when your money is long
Real niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars strong
the club 'bout 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 racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on racks on
Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold

The Prynce

Got on racks on racks, y'all rap so wack on wax
by the pound, that's that Flacco, haaaa
I big plays, I got big chips
Blue money six Crips
gears like stick shifts
Fresh as hell, no Big
We buy cars, flip whips
Catch us smokin' that quick
piff, that's a handspring
I like to call a quick flip
Pull like hamstrings
Boy, I'm doin' my thing
Baby blood them bricks, pimp
Get off a key I can't sing
Got the seven on me big jersey
round, and this bitch dirty
I'm the best, down
They me 6:30
I'm wit' Young 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 tell me a thang
Fifth on the back just hang
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 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 fact that I ain't givin' up my stacks like

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 me Hussein
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 struck by lightning, no wonder I'm electrifying
a brainstorm, I'll fuck around and cause a power outage
And it ain't no rivals, if it was, be no survivors
Just a hour, I'll light it up like an Eiffel 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, these niggas know I'm
Said 50 for a song, and won't leave me 'lone
Gotta me a brick, that ain't nothin' to you
ran through a ticket, there ain't nothin' to do
Yeah, I love streets like I love the booth
Mr. Music, I'm 100 proof
Got on white on white, ice on ice on ice
And when I'm in the club it look like lights on on lights

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your is long
Real street niggas, no clone
We at the top where we
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 racks on (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on

Got racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks
Nigga, I ain't even tryna 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 that reefer scent, ridin' around with Ms. Reece and them
When I'm in the groove, I can freak a tune, I'm than alopecia skin
I shows out, dope when 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 racks is Nordstrom's

Cory

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my
From the X to the MACs in the Ac, if I 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, keep scorin', I'ma it on home
Those Xans and the lean cause zones, somethin' tan a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry like blades
Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money 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 shimmy with the
Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy paid
for the grips every day 'til the grave
I be about chips, you be worried about the Lay's

Got Activist in my Sprite, in my Robins
Frank Muller wit' flooded ice, but I got my brightness
In the fast lane, gettin' slow brain in a 2012
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, 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 afford 'em, sharper than a swordsman
on racks, our campaign strong, and YC like my brother

Mo

Catch me in the city with the trunk on
Top down, black on black
of wood, twisted for the good
Check my bank account, got racks on
Look around, fool, got a wall full of
Platinum and gold, you gots to that
up just like a thumbtack
Better hide ya ho, 'cause she bound to get
H-Town, to ATL
She got a fat ass, she know me well
Keep it on the low, kiss and tell
True player, Mo cold as hell
to do, got records to sell
Got a lotta BMI checks in the mail
If was a crime, I'd be in jail
Locked up for double like "What the hell?"

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' brain I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money your money is long
Real street niggas, no clone
We at the top where we
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a dollars 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 on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain't even hold back

Yeah, call me Country Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm crimson color painted, you can call that
I'm not from Alabama, but out how I roll tide
He might have the same whip, but check out how I mine
Y'all niggas no stars, y'all only in it for the cars
The sky is your limit, mayne, and somewhere 'bout Mars
I ride wit' 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 watch it, mayne, right here we and load
Two things is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa
Got a on hundred acres, I've never seen my neighbors
A chick in ATL and 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 ain't gon' lie, I got so many
Don't know one I'ma drive, fuck it, I'm just gon' fly

Everybody wanna hate because I'm on, blowin' head back, bottles by the
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, pull it, it from the jar
Then I blow, I'ma close out the par', wit' some and everybody know who we are
Get Money steppin' 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 well get it off yo' chest, while 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 could get at the general in my
Racks and racks and and stacks and gats, I could destroy an entire village when I kill and bury
'Cause I manipulate your molecular structure, words, fill 'em up wit' holes
If you try to give it to me at the door, I thought I had to let you know

Big

(I bet bitch call me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', bitches lyin'
I take 'em to the crib and leave our in a condom
I wake up fresher these motherfuckers as is
Look inside my closet, that shit look like it's Raks
Man, that's racks on racks on 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 won't buy her a vowel, you fell in love, and I fell in her
They her Dickface, she called her connect
(Called her connect) You her collect
I to collect, no need for a pet
If I throw this paper, yo' bitch gon'
(Do it!)
And the gon' be aight as long as we got me
(I do it)

I'm the hood if you wondered 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 with the birds, I'm runnin' 'em like (Track)
Free throws of money, bet you blind (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 won't (Boy!)
I'm in the club, tryna show 'em how to (Stunt)
Tryna pick up what I'm throw, it prolly take about a (Month)
The club underwater, have 'em out the front
While I'm in the back, gettin' blowed like a blunt (Blunt)
No need to trip, you can tell 'em that I'm as hell (Cool as hell)
'Cause it's the case I the pack of pumas well (Pumas well)
I'm a blood motherfucker, that dude'll (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 cars that I ride no top (Tops)
Couple of whi-whips that I like yachts (Yachts)
A couple of lookin', I'm knowin' them niggas hot (Hot)
And tell 'em that I don't a damn
as a motherfucker, tell 'em I was HAM
Call it you want, I'ma do it for the fam
Yeah, that's the type of that I am

Ace

Okay, I'm back off into bitch (This bitch!)
a cup, and it's full of that liq' (Hot!)
Got racks, talkin' tits (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no Lego (Woo!)
Hit a and a fiendin' nigga got it
I keep hottie, just look at her body (Hey!)
Blew bands in that King of Diamonds
Sorry, that's just part of my (Swoop!)
And I hear 'em feelin' my Florida swagger, so dope, shit, I y'all copies
That ice be my neck 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, it'll be on local Walmart rack

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

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

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