Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

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

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,
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)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on

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

YC

Still fresh, yeah, and in my
out, okay, cool
Trapped up, know I that tool
That racks on racks so ma'fuckin'
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 don't even got
Eyes low, just blame it on the green
cut up, got lean on lean
That shit, over with
She put it on the rack, won't it
My bank 'count, commas all it
Racks on on racks

Young

Young, if it's convertible, how is it a hardtop?
Bitch, I hit one button, my open 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, every a Friday night
You ain't nothin' yet, bitch, this just my Friday ice
'87, brick fare, yeah, I'm talkin' racks
All I is hundos, where 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 cost
Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck 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, another mill, so put that on top of that
Way back in 2004, I told 'em it was a
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 'less 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 some girls in the crowd right 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 girl right 'fore I dick her

Waka Flame

(Flocka!)
I got racks on top of racks (Uh!), on top of stacks (Uh!)
Bands on top of (Uh!), got me fuckin' 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 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 long here to Japan (Uh-huh)
Know it good she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a

Got campaign 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 we belong
Drink lean, rose,
Smokin' on a thousand worth strong
When the club 'bout to 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 racks on racks on (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks
Nigga, I ain't tryna hold back

The Prynce

Got racks on racks on racks, rap so wack on wax
Purple by the pound, that's that Flacco,
I big plays, I got big chips
Blue like six Crips
Switch gears stick shifts
as hell, no Big Kipp
We buy cars, flip whips
Catch us smokin' quick trip
Pitch piff, a handspring
I like to call that a quick
Pull triggers hamstrings
Boy, I'm doin' my thing
blood with 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, hands
They me 6:30
I'm wit' Dose and YC
Readell Road, that's my
Ask around on the
I'm the

Bun B

Bun B, I'm underground
In the candy-painted car on
With the top on drop and the on pop
Boy, you can't tell me a 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 P-A-T
One hundred, yeah, me
If you don't recognize, you see
I'm a straight-up OG
In a
Cadillac, like a on clacks
Try to and I will attack
It's a fact I ain't 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 bombs Baghdad
But on the track, you can me Hussein
why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm flyin' on the plane with a turban
But I'm fly, y'all turbulence, exit 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 gimme a hour, I'll light it up like an Eiffel

Yo

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

Got goin' so strong
brain 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
Drink lean, rose,
Smokin' on a thousand dollars strong
When the 'bout to hear this song

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

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

Racks on racks on racks, I'm tryna and not call back
My Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, might call you a cab
Yeah, ridin' around wit' that reefer scent, around with Ms. Reece and them
I'm in the groove, I can freak a tune, I'm smoother 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 more bags, but all I want is 1s
I her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's

Cory

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from 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 bravo
Throw sacks on 'em 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 lean cause zones, tan with a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat like four blades
Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' since like fourth grade
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' it's a
See me the twin, buck a shimmy 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 the Lay's

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 2012
I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my smokin' like Friday
Puffin' on garlic, sick 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 couple milli
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 trunk on
Top down, black on black
Fistful of wood, for the good
Check my bank account, got racks on
Look around, fool, got a wall full of
and gold, you gots to love that
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
it on the low, never kiss and tell
True player, Mo cold as hell
Shows to do, got records to
Got a whole lotta BMI checks in the
If ballin' was a crime, I'd be in
Locked up for life like "What the hell?"

Got campaign goin' so
brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when money is long
Real niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we
Drink lean, rose,
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth
When the club 'bout to hear this

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

Yeah, they call me Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm crimson color painted, you can that Alabama
I'm not Alabama, but check out how I roll tide
He might 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 mine somewhere 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 things is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa
Got a house on hundred acres, 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 'bout "Yo' baby gone!"
Tell the truth, I ain't gon' lie, I got so rides
know which one I'ma drive, fuck it, I'm just gon' fly

Everybody wanna because I'm on, blowin' 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, it, pull it, pull it from the jar
Then I blow, I'ma close out the par', wit' killers and everybody know who we are
Get Money Gang steppin' the do', Chi-cago, cago, cago
Anybody get into 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 don't see them T-Dum-Izzle as a threat, 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 in my military
Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I could destroy an entire village when I and bury
'Cause I manipulate your molecular structure, other words, fill 'em up wit'
If you try to it to me at the door, I just thought I had to let you know

Big

(I bet bitch call me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', married bitches
I take 'em to the crib and leave our future in a
I wake up fresher than motherfuckers as is
Look inside my closet, that look like it's Raks Fifth
Man, that's racks on racks on racks on top of packs on top of
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 this Benjamin 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 call to collect, no for a pet
If I throw this paper, yo' gon' fetch
(Do it!)
And the gon' 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 back of a Chevy all black (All black)
Racks on racks, I know how to act (Act)
Track and field with the birds, I'm runnin' 'em track (Track)
throws of money, bet you can't blind (Blind)
King of the club, I bet you top (Top)
niggas hate the fact I get guap (Guap)
Or the fact the money go up, it won't stop (Boy!)
I'm in the club, tryna 'em how to stunt (Stunt)
Tryna pick up I'm throw, it prolly 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 need to trip, you can tell 'em that I'm as hell (Cool as hell)
'Cause it's the case I know the 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 lights on my wrist that'll flash cop (Cops)
Couple of foreign cars that I no top (Tops)
Couple of whi-whips that I like yachts (Yachts)
A couple of haters lookin', I'm knowin' them hot (Hot)
And 'em that I don't give a damn
Hard as a motherfucker, 'em I was HAM
it what 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, talkin' tits (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 bands in that King of Diamonds
Sorry, that's just part of my (Swoop!)
And I hear 'em feelin' my swagger, so dope, shit, I sold y'all copies
That ice be my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna play some hockey
I'm that nigga in fact (In fact), tall as Shaq (Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your Walmart rack

Got campaign goin' so
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,
Smokin' on a thousand worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear song

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

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