Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

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

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

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

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

YC

fresh, yeah, and in my Trues
Iced out, okay,
Trapped up, know I keep that
That racks on so ma'fuckin' fool
All the globe, bein' 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 even got wings
Eyes real low, blame it on the green
Girl cut up, got on lean
shoebox shit, over with
She put it on the rack, notice it
My bank 'count, 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 my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock
Had so kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart stop
night's a weekend, every day's a Friday night
You ain't seen yet, bitch, this just my Friday ice
'87, brick fare, yeah, I'm talkin' racks
All I sold is hundos, the fuck my twenties at?

Wiz

Racks on, racks off, see blonde stripper, my hat's off
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what that
Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I off
Niggas talkin' tattooes, we have a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, on naps on naps
Just made a mill, count 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, a wrap
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
They said "Fuck a 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 another one
Niggas thinkin' they sick, well, I'm
I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma drink my
Better sure you fuck your girl right 'fore I dick her

Waka Flocka

(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 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 understand (Uh-huh)
Money from here to Japan (Uh-huh)
it good when she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a

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

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

Cyhi The

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
Fresh as hell, no Big
We buy cars, y'all flip
Catch us smokin' that quick
Pitch piff, that's a
I like to that a quick flip
Pull triggers like
Boy, I'm doin' my thing
blood with them bricks, pimp
Get off a key like I sing
Got the seven on me like big
Ridin' round, and this bitch
I'm the best, hands
nicknamed me 6:30
I'm Young Dose 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
the top on drop and the trunk on pop
Boy, you can't tell me a damn
Fifth wheel on the back hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
With the grill in the front, wheel in the blunts
You're on neon in my bank
Yeah, I rep that
One hundred, yeah, me
If you don't recognize, you see
I'm a straight-up OG
In a
Cadillac, like a Mack on
Try to jack and I will
a fact that I ain't givin' up my stacks like that

B.o.B

Call me Ray, but it's not two names
Flyin' through the city, all-black, Wayne
No, not bombs over
But on the track, you can me Hussein
That's why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm on the plane with 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 no rivals, if it was, it'd be no survivors
Just a hour, I'll light it up like an Eiffel Tower

Yo

Got bills on top of bills, scales on top of
I'm Mr. All White, got yell' on top of
Got pills all on my phone, these know I'm wrong
50 for a song, and they won't leave me 'lone
Gotta front me a brick, that nothin' to you
Just ran a ticket, there ain't nothin' 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 I'm in the club it look like lights on lights on lights

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

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

Got on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on on racks
Nigga, I ain't 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' 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 soap when I put my 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 money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's

Cory

The tracks on off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks
From the X to the in the Ac, if I ain't strapped, then the gats on scat
Then he on 'em like Tae Bo, then he clap on 'em like bravo
Throw sacks on 'em like y'all hoes, got racks on 'em tight hoes
Money, Cash Money so strong, keep scorin', I'ma bring it on home
Those Xans and the lean cause zones, somethin' tan with a 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 they wave, no whips, no chains, I'm a
Let you niggas know Milita my gang, MCN if you was thinkin' a game
See me with the twin, buck a shimmy with the
Wasn't Jimmy, I'd be busy gettin' paid
Goin' for the grips every day the grave
I be worried about chips, you be worried about the

Got Activist in my Sprite, in my Robins
Muller wit' flooded ice, but I still got my brightness
In the fast lane, gettin' slow brain in a Maserati
I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my smokin' like Friday
Puffin' on that garlic, off all the Marley
Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my
Shout out to Sha Money, signed me in a
Daddy was a kingpin, a milli buried
Nigga, you ain't talkin' nothin', all in Corps stuntin'
These exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the
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
Check my bank account, got on racks
around, fool, got a wall full of plaques
Platinum and gold, you gots to love
Posted up like a thumbtack
hide ya ho, 'cause she bound to get snatched
H-Town, to ATL
She got a fat ass, she prolly know me
Keep it on the low, kiss and tell
True player, Cory Mo as hell
Shows to do, got records to
Got a whole lotta BMI in the mail
If ballin' was a crime, I'd be in
Locked up for double like "What the hell?"

Got goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the
Spendin' money when your money is
street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top we belong
Drink lean, rose,
Smokin' on a thousand dollars strong
When the club 'bout to 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 racks on (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks
Nigga, I ain't tryna hold back

Yeah, they call me Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm color painted, you can call that Alabama
I'm not Alabama, but check out how I roll tide
He have the same whip, but check 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 somewhere 'bout Mars
I ride wit' them in the middle of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down to the Dirty, back up the trap
But the money stack, man, money overlap
Yeah, y'all better watch it, mayne, here we lock and load
Two is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa sho'
Got a house on hundred acres, I've never seen my
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 talkin' "Yo' baby gone!"
Tell the truth, I ain't gon' lie, I got so many
Don't know which one I'ma drive, fuck it, I'm just fly

Everybody wanna hate I'm on, blowin' head back, bottles by the zone
Twista finna get up on the and spit it the way I do simp-a-ly because I like this song
When I step up out the Maserati car, gotta it, pull it, pull it, pull it from the jar
Then I blow, close out the par', wit' some killers and everybody know who we are
Get Gang steppin' 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 T-Dum-Izzle as a threat, 'cause I got 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 and stacks and gats, I could destroy an entire village when I kill and bury
'Cause I manipulate molecular structure, other words, fill 'em up wit' holes
If you try to it to me at the door, I just thought 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 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 chains is pow on pow on pow, I'm off 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
called her Dickface, she called her connect
(Called her connect) You call her
I to collect, no need for a pet
If I throw this paper, yo' bitch fetch
(Do it!)
And the track gon' be aight as 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 that's all (All black)
Racks on racks, I know how to act (Act)
Track and field the birds, I'm runnin' 'em like track (Track)
Free of money, bet you can't blind (Blind)
King of the club, I bet you top (Top)
Bitch niggas hate the I get guap (Guap)
Or the when the money go up, it won't stop (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)
it's the case I know the pack of pumas well (Pumas well)
I'm a motherfucker, that dude'll tell (Dude'll tell)
Got 47 'neath the old-school as (School as well)
I got on my wrist that'll flash like cop (Cops)
of foreign cars that I ride no top (Tops)
Couple of whi-whips I ride like yachts (Yachts)
A of haters lookin', I'm knowin' them niggas hot (Hot)
And tell 'em that I don't a damn
Hard as a motherfucker, 'em I was HAM
Call it you want, I'ma do it for the fam
Yeah, that's the type of nigga I am

Ace

Okay, I'm back off into this (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 and a fiendin' nigga got it
I keep that hottie, just 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 Florida swagger, so dope, shit, I sold copies
That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody 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 Walmart rack

Got campaign goin' so
Gettin' when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your is long
Real niggas, ain't 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 racks on (Racks)
Got racks on on racks

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