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 racks on
(Leggo)
(Hey) We got on racks on racks
(She got) on racks on racks
(They got) on racks on racks

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

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

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

YC

Still fresh, yeah, and in my
out, okay, cool
Trapped up, know I that tool
That racks on racks so fool
All around the globe, 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 even got wings
Eyes real low, just 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

Jeezy

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 diamonds up, bitch, my life was knock
Had so much and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart stop
Every night's a weekend, every a Friday night
You ain't seen nothin' yet, bitch, just my Friday ice
'87, fare, yeah, I'm talkin' thirty racks
All I sold is hundos, where the fuck my at?

Wiz

Racks on, off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's off
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout grand what that cost
Smoke like I'm in Cali, takin' flight, I blast off
Niggas talkin' tattooes, we should have a
Got racks on racks on racks, naps on naps on
Just made a mill, count another mill, so put on top of that
Way in 2004, I told '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
said "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga"
I know it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a nigga
I one and roll another one bigger
thinkin' they sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my and I'ma drink my liquor
Better make sure you fuck your girl 'fore I dick her

Waka Flocka

(Flocka!)
I got on top of racks (Uh!), stacks 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!), 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 when she hear (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
Gettin' brain I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when 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 club 'bout to hear song

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

Got racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks
Nigga, I even 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 money like six
Switch like stick shifts
Fresh as hell, no Big
We buy cars, y'all flip
Catch us smokin' that trip
piff, that's a handspring
I like to call that a quick
Pull like hamstrings
Boy, I'm doin' my damn
Baby with them bricks, pimp
Get off a key like I can't
Got the on me like big jersey
round, and this bitch dirty
I'm the best, down
They me 6:30
I'm wit' 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
With the top on drop and the on pop
Boy, you tell me a damn thang
wheel on the back just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
the grill in the front, wood wheel in the blunts
You're on neon 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, like a Mack on
Try to jack and I will
It's a fact that I ain't givin' up my stacks like

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 call me
That's why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm flyin' on the plane with a
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
a brainstorm, I'll fuck around and cause a power outage
And it no rivals, if it was, it'd be no survivors
Just gimme a hour, I'll light it up an Eiffel Tower

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, niggas know I'm wrong
Said 50 for a song, and they won't me 'lone
Gotta me a brick, that ain't nothin' to you
Just ran through a ticket, there 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 lights on

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' brain I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is
street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top we belong
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear 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 racks on (Racks)
Racks on on racks (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' that reefer scent, ridin' with Ms. Reece and them
When I'm in the groove, I can freak a tune, I'm smoother than skin
I shows out, like dope when I put that down
Like soap when I put my clothes on, I'm jokin', but I be out
And all she want is bags, but all I want is more 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
the X to the MACs 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
sacks on 'em like y'all 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, 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 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 with the twin, buck a with the gauge
bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy gettin' paid
Goin' for the grips day 'til the grave
I be worried about chips, you be about the Lay's

Got Activist in my Sprite, in my Robins
Frank Muller wit' flooded ice, but I still got my
In the fast lane, gettin' slow brain in a Maserati
I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my coupe like Friday
Puffin' on garlic, sick off all the Marley
Inked up on my hands and arms, got them in my pocket
out to Sha Money, signed me in a hurry
Daddy was a kingpin, a milli buried
Nigga, you ain't talkin' nothin', all in Flight stuntin'
These 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans
No, you can't afford 'em, than a swordsman
Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC my brother

Mo

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

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

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

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

Yeah, they 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 out how I roll mine
Y'all niggas ain't no stars, y'all in it for the cars
The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine '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 stack, man, money overlap
Yeah, y'all watch 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 y'all leave me alone, got license for my chrome
Don't lease or your mama phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' gone!"
the truth, I ain't gon' lie, I got so many rides
Don't know which one I'ma drive, fuck it, I'm gon' fly

Everybody wanna hate because I'm on, blowin' back, bottles 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 car, gotta 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' through the do', Chi-cago, cago,
Anybody wanna get into it, on and do it, for security, we gon' 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 racks on 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 and gats, I could destroy an entire village when I kill and bury
'Cause I manipulate your molecular structure, other words, fill 'em up holes
If you try to give it to me at the door, I just I had to let you know

Big

(I bet your bitch me Big)
I got single tryin', married bitches lyin'
I 'em to the crib and leave our future in a condom
I wake up fresher than these as is
Look inside my closet, that shit look it's Raks Fifth
Man, that's racks on racks on racks on top of on top of pounds
My is pow on pow on pow, I'm off them trees, no eye, no ow
I'm at the sayin' my vows to this Benjamin Franklin power
You buy her a house, I buy her a vowel, you fell in love, and I fell in her mouth
They called her Dickface, she her connect
(Called her connect) You call her
I to collect, no need for a pet
If I throw this paper, yo' bitch gon'
(Do it!)
And the track gon' be aight as as we got me
(I do it)

I'm the if you wondered where I'm at (Where I'm at)
In the back of a 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)
Free of money, bet you can't blind (Blind)
of the club, I bet you can't 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, show 'em how to stunt (Stunt)
Tryna pick up what I'm throw, it prolly about a month (Month)
The underwater, have 'em runnin' 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 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 that I ride no top (Tops)
Couple of whi-whips I ride like yachts (Yachts)
A couple of haters lookin', I'm knowin' niggas hot (Hot)
And 'em that I don't give a damn
as a motherfucker, tell 'em I was HAM
Call it what you want, do it for the fam
Yeah, that's the of nigga that I am

Ace

Okay, I'm back off into bitch (This bitch!)
Wit' a cup, and full 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, look at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty bands in that King of
Sorry, that's just part of my (Swoop!)
And I hear 'em my Florida swagger, so dope, shit, I sold y'all copies
That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna play some
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 when I'm on the phone
money when your money is long
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 racks on on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Got on racks on racks

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