Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

YC!
(What you got?) Racks on on racks
(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) Racks on on racks

Got campaign goin' so
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 worth
the club 'bout to hear this song

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

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

YC

Still fresh, yeah, and in my
out, okay, cool
Trapped up, I keep that 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 jeans
I'm so fly I don't even got
Eyes low, just blame it on the green
Girl cut up, got on lean
That shoebox shit, with
She put it on the rack, notice 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 open like a spot
Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard
Had so much and Ciroc, bitch, I think 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, fare, yeah, I'm talkin' thirty racks
All I sold is hundos, the fuck my twenties at?

Wiz

Racks on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my off
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what that
Smoke I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off
Niggas talkin' tattooes, we should a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, naps on on naps
Just made a mill, count mill, so put that on top of that
Way back in 2004, I 'em it was a wrap
Now my life ain't my life no more, I you, nigga, it's a wrap
Oooh, you you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet
We even 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 crowd now who wanna fuck a young nigga
I roll one and another one bigger
Niggas thinkin' sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma drink my
Better make sure you fuck girl right 'fore I dick her

Waka Flocka

(Flocka!)
I got racks on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of (Uh!)
Bands on top of bands (Uh!), got me her (Uh!) and her friends (Flocka!)
Bad boys don't do papers (Flex!), that was 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 when she hear (Grove Street!)
She got "Grove St." on (Flocka!)
Got you don't 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
Gettin' brain I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money your money is long
street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth
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 racks on (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on
Nigga, I ain't tryna hold back

The Prynce

Got on racks on racks, y'all rap so wack on wax
Purple by the pound, that Flacco, haaaa
I make big plays, I got big
Blue like six Crips
Switch gears stick shifts
as hell, no Big Kipp
We buy cars, y'all whips
Catch us smokin' quick trip
piff, that's a handspring
I like to call a quick flip
triggers like hamstrings
Boy, I'm doin' my thing
Baby blood them bricks, pimp
Get off a key like I sing
Got the seven on me like big
Ridin' round, and this dirty
I'm the best, hands
They nicknamed me
I'm wit' Young 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 me a damn thang
wheel on the back just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
With the grill in the front, wheel in the blunts
on neon lights in my bank
Yeah, I rep that
One hundred, yeah, me
If you recognize, you gon' see
I'm a straight-up OG
In a
Cadillac, like a Mack on
Try to jack and I attack
It's a fact that I ain't up my stacks like that

B.o.B

Call me Bobby Ray, but not two names
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 with a
But I'm fly, y'all turbulence, exit row, emergency (Mayday!)
As a kid, I was struck by lightning, it's no I'm electrifying
Fuck a brainstorm, I'll fuck around and a power outage
And it no rivals, if it was, it'd be no survivors
Just gimme a hour, I'll light it up like an Eiffel

Yo

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

Got goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the
Spendin' when your money is long
Real street niggas, 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 racks on (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on

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

Racks on racks on racks, I'm smash and not call back
My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, call you a cab
Yeah, ridin' wit' 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 out, like dope when I put that flow down
Like soap when I put my clothes on, I'm jokin', but I be out
And all she want is more bags, but all I is more 1s
I told her "Bring money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's

Gunz

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from of my slacks
From the X to the MACs in the Ac, if I strapped, then the gats on scat
he black on 'em like Tae Bo, then he clap on 'em like bravo
Throw on 'em like y'all hoes, got racks on 'em like tight hoes
Young Money, Cash Money so strong, keep scorin', I'ma bring it on
Those Xans and the cause zones, somethin' tan with a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got ways, one hat carry like four blades
Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money since like grade
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 thinkin' it's a
See me with the twin, buck a with the gauge
Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy paid
Goin' for the grips every day the grave
I be worried about chips, you be worried about the

Got in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins
Muller wit' flooded ice, but I still got my brightness
In the fast lane, slow brain in a 2012 Maserati
I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my coupe smokin' like
Puffin' on that garlic, off all the Marley
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 ain't talkin' nothin', all in Flight Corps
These exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the
No, you can't afford 'em, sharper than a
Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC my brother

Mo

Catch me in the city with the on crack
Top down, black on black
Fistful of wood, twisted for the
Check my account, got racks on racks
around, fool, got a wall full of plaques
Platinum and gold, you gots to love
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 me well
Keep it on the low, never and tell
True player, Cory Mo cold as
Shows to do, got records to
Got a lotta BMI checks in the mail
If was a crime, I'd be in jail
Locked up for double life "What the hell?"

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the
Spendin' money your money 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 on racks on racks

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

Yeah, they call me Country Grammar, my out the slammer
I'm crimson color painted, you can call that
I'm not from Alabama, but check out how I roll
He might have the same whip, but check out how I mine
Y'all niggas ain't no stars, y'all only in it for the
The sky is limit, mayne, and mine somewhere 'bout Mars
I ride them boys 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 it, mayne, right here we lock and load
Two is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa sho'
Got a house on acres, I've 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 your mama phone talkin' "Yo' baby gone!"
the truth, I ain't gon' lie, I got so many rides
Don't know one I'ma 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 simp-a-ly because I like song
When I step up out the Maserati car, pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it from the jar
I blow, I'ma close out the par', wit' some killers and everybody know who we are
Get Money Gang steppin' the do', Chi-cago, cago, cago
Anybody wanna get it, come on and do it, for security, we gon' make 'em pull the flo'
as well get it off yo' chest, while everybody 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 and tracks and stacks and gats, I could destroy an entire village when I kill and bury
'Cause I manipulate your structure, other 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 your bitch me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', bitches lyin'
I take 'em to the crib and our future in a condom
I up fresher than these motherfuckers as is
Look inside my closet, that look like it's Raks Fifth
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 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 throw this paper, yo' gon' 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 of a Chevy that's all black (All black)
on racks, I don't know how to act (Act)
Track and field with the birds, I'm runnin' 'em track (Track)
Free throws of money, bet you can't (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 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 to trip, you can tell 'em that I'm cool as hell (Cool as hell)
'Cause it's the case I know the pack of well (Pumas well)
I'm a blood motherfucker, that dude'll (Dude'll tell)
Got 47 'neath the as well (School as well)
I got lights on my wrist that'll like cop (Cops)
Couple of foreign that I ride no top (Tops)
Couple of whi-whips that I ride 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 type of nigga I am

Ace

Okay, I'm back off into this (This bitch!)
Wit' a cup, and it's full of that (Hot!)
Got racks, ain't talkin' (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no bricks (Woo!)
Hit a trick and a fiendin' got it
I keep that hottie, just at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty 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 sold y'all
ice be onto 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 local Walmart rack

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

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