Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

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

Got goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm 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 dollars worth strong
the club 'bout to hear this song

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

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

YC

Still fresh, yeah, and in my
out, okay, cool
Trapped up, I keep that tool
That on racks so ma'fuckin' fool
All the globe, bein' on TV
you look, you see YC
Hatin'-ass just wishin' they 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
cut up, got lean on lean
That shoebox shit, over
She put it on the rack, notice it
My 'count, commas all over it
Racks on on racks

Young

Young, if convertible, then how is it a hardtop?
Bitch, I hit one button, my roof open a hard spot
me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock
Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart
Every night's a weekend, every day's a night
You seen nothin' yet, bitch, this just my Friday ice
'87, fare, yeah, I'm talkin' thirty racks
All I is hundos, where the fuck my twenties at?

Wiz

on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's off
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand that cost
Smoke I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off
talkin' tattooes, we should have a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, naps on on naps
Just made a mill, another mill, so put that on top of that
Way back in 2004, I 'em it was a wrap
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 you got the check, I guess that's why all of these niggas get bent
said "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga"
I know it's some girls in the crowd now who wanna fuck a young nigga
I one and roll another one bigger
thinkin' they sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma drink my
Better make sure you fuck your girl right 'fore I her

Waka Flocka

(Flocka!)
I got racks on top of (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!)
Bands on top of bands (Uh!), got me her (Uh!) and her friends (Flocka!)
Bad boys don't do papers (Flex!), was just for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!)
(Clap, clap, go, go, go, go, go, Flocka!) Clap two 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 you don't understand (Uh-huh)
long from here to Japan (Uh-huh)
Know it good she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a

Got campaign goin' so
brain 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 worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear this

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

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

The Prynce

Got racks on racks on racks, y'all rap so on wax
Purple by the pound, that Flacco, haaaa
I big plays, I got big chips
money like six Crips
Switch gears stick shifts
Fresh as hell, no Big
We buy cars, y'all flip
Catch us that quick trip
piff, that's a handspring
I like to call that a flip
Pull triggers 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
Ridin' round, and this bitch
I'm the best, down
They me 6:30
I'm wit' Dose and YC
Readell Road, that's my
Ask on the Eastside
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 me a damn thang
Fifth wheel on the back just
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
With the grill in the front, wheel in the blunts
on neon lights in my bank
Yeah, I rep P-A-T
One hundred, yeah, me
If you recognize, you gon' 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 up my stacks like that

B.o.B

me Bobby Ray, but it's not two names
Flyin' through the city, all-black, Bruce
No, not over Baghdad
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 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 cause a power
And it ain't no rivals, if it was, be no survivors
Just gimme a hour, I'll light it up 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 all on my phone, these niggas know I'm wrong
Said 50 for a song, and they leave me 'lone
Gotta front me a brick, ain't nothin' to you
Just ran through a ticket, there ain't to do
Yeah, I love these streets 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 when I'm 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 dollars worth 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 racks on

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

Racks on racks on racks, I'm tryna smash and not back
My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, might 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 smoother than skin
I shows out, 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 is more bags, but all I want is more 1s
I told her "Bring that money back" like all them is Nordstrom's

Cory

The tracks on snack off raps, see from back of my slacks
From the X to the MACs in the Ac, if I ain't strapped, 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 like tight
Money, Cash Money so strong, keep 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
Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money since fourth grade
I'm the nowadays, so they wave, no whips, no chains, I'm a slave
Let you niggas know Milita my gang, MCN if you was thinkin' a game
See me with the twin, buck a shimmy with the
bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy gettin' paid
Goin' for the every day 'til the grave
I be worried about chips, you be worried about the

Got Activist in my Sprite, in my Robins
Frank 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 coupe smokin' Friday
Puffin' on garlic, sick off all the Marley
Inked up on my and arms, got them jams in my pocket
out to Sha Money, signed me in a hurry
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli
Nigga, you ain't talkin' nothin', all in Flight stuntin'
These 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans
No, you afford 'em, sharper than a swordsman
on racks, our campaign strong, and YC like my brother

Mo

Catch me in the city the trunk on crack
Top down, black on black
of wood, twisted for the good
Check my bank account, got racks on
Look around, fool, got a full of plaques
and gold, you gots to love that
Posted up like a thumbtack
Better hide ya ho, she bound to get snatched
H-Town, to ATL
She got a fat ass, she know me well
Keep it on the low, never kiss and
True player, Cory Mo cold as
to do, got records to sell
Got a whole BMI checks in the mail
If ballin' was a crime, I'd be in
Locked up for life like "What the hell?"

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm on the phone
Spendin' money when your is long
Real street niggas, no clone
We at the top where we
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth
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 racks on on racks

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

Yeah, call me Country Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm crimson painted, you can call that Alabama
I'm not from Alabama, but check out how I roll
He might have the same whip, but out how I roll mine
Y'all ain't no stars, y'all only in it for the cars
The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine 'bout Mars
I ride wit' them boys in the of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
to the Dirty, back up through the trap
But the money don't stack, man, overlap
Yeah, y'all better watch it, mayne, right we lock and load
Two is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa sho'
Got a house on hundred acres, I've never my neighbors
A chick in ATL and from Buckhead to
Now y'all better leave me alone, got 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 I'ma drive, fuck it, I'm just fly

Everybody wanna hate because I'm on, head back, bottles by the zone
Twista finna get up on the track and 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, it, pull it from the jar
Then I blow, I'ma 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 gon' make 'em pull the
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, shoot ya, I salute you if you could 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
I manipulate your molecular structure, other words, fill 'em up wit' holes
If you try to give it to me at the door, I just thought I had to let you

Big

(I bet your call me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', married bitches
I take 'em to the and leave our future in a condom
I wake up than these motherfuckers as is
Look my closet, that shit look like it's Raks Fifth
Man, that's racks on racks on racks on top of packs on top of
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 this Benjamin Franklin
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 her collect
I to collect, no need for a pet
If I throw this paper, yo' bitch fetch
(Do it!)
And the track 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 of a Chevy that's all black (All black)
on racks, I don't know how to act (Act)
Track and with the birds, I'm runnin' 'em like track (Track)
throws 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 fact 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 take about a month (Month)
The club underwater, have 'em runnin' out the
While I'm somewhere in the back, blowed like a blunt (Blunt)
No to trip, you can tell 'em that I'm cool as hell (Cool as hell)
it's the case I know the pack of pumas well (Pumas well)
I'm a blood motherfucker, dude'll tell (Dude'll tell)
Got 47 'neath the as well (School as well)
I got on my wrist that'll flash like cop (Cops)
Couple of foreign cars that I no top (Tops)
of whi-whips that I ride like yachts (Yachts)
A couple of haters lookin', I'm knowin' niggas hot (Hot)
And tell 'em that I give a damn
as a motherfucker, tell 'em I was HAM
Call it you want, I'ma do it for the fam
Yeah, the type of nigga that I am

Ace

Okay, I'm back off into bitch (This bitch!)
Wit' a cup, and it's full of liq' (Hot!)
Got racks, ain't tits (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no bricks (Woo!)
Hit a trick and a fiendin' got it
I keep that hottie, look at her body (Hey!)
Blew bands in that King of Diamonds
Sorry, that's part of my hobby (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 wanna play some
I'm nigga in fact (In fact), paper tall as Shaq (Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your Walmart rack

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

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