Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

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

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

We got on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on 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 hold back

YC

fresh, yeah, and in my Trues
Iced out, okay,
Trapped up, know I keep tool
That racks on so ma'fuckin' fool
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 ma'fuckin'
I'm so fly I don't even got
real low, just blame it on the green
Girl cut up, got on lean
That shoebox shit, over
She put it on the rack, won't it
My bank 'count, all over it
Racks on racks on

Young

Young, if convertible, then how is it a hardtop?
Bitch, I hit one button, my roof open a hard spot
Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my was hard knock
Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I my heart stop
Every a weekend, every day's a Friday night
You ain't seen nothin' yet, bitch, this my Friday ice
'87, brick fare, yeah, I'm talkin' thirty
All I is hundos, where the fuck my twenties at?

Wiz

Racks on, racks off, see blonde stripper, my hat's off
at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what that cost
Smoke I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off
talkin' tattooes, we should have a tat-off
Got on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps
Just made a mill, count another mill, so put 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 why all of these niggas get bent
They said "Fuck a nigga, fuck a young nigga"
I know it's some in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga
I roll one and roll one bigger
Niggas thinkin' sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my weed and drink my liquor
Better make sure you fuck girl right 'fore I dick 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 don't do papers (Flex!), that was just for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!)
(Clap, clap, go, go, go, go, go, Flocka!) Clap two if you druuuunk
Got a bad from the U.K. (Okay!)
She do I say (Okay!)
Go crazy when she music (Grove Street!)
She got "Grove St." on (Flocka!)
Got racks you understand (Uh-huh)
Money from here to Japan (Uh-huh)
Know it good she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a

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

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

The Prynce

Got racks on racks on racks, rap so wack on wax
Purple by the pound, that's Flacco, haaaa
I big plays, I got big chips
Blue money six Crips
gears like stick shifts
Fresh as hell, no Big
We buy cars, flip whips
Catch us smokin' that quick
piff, that's a handspring
I like to that a quick flip
triggers like hamstrings
Boy, I'm doin' my damn
Baby blood them bricks, pimp
Get off a key I can't sing
Got the on me like 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 around on the
I'm the

Bun B

Bun B, I'm king
In the candy-painted car on
With the top on drop and the on pop
Boy, you can't tell me a damn
Fifth on the back just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
With the 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 don't recognize, you see
I'm a trill OG
In a
Cadillac, like a Mack on
Try to jack and I attack
It's a that I ain't givin' up my stacks like that

B.o.B

Call me Bobby Ray, but it's not two
Flyin' through the city, all-black, Wayne
No, not bombs over
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 just turbulence, exit row, (Mayday!)
As a kid, I was struck by lightning, no wonder I'm electrifying
a brainstorm, I'll fuck around and cause a power outage
And it ain't no rivals, if it was, be no survivors
Just gimme a hour, I'll light it up like an Tower

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, these 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 a ticket, there ain't nothin' to do
Yeah, I love these like I love the booth
Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100
Got white on on white, ice on ice on ice
And when I'm in the club it like lights on lights on lights

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

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

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

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

Cory

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my
From the X to the 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 like
Throw sacks on 'em like hoes, got racks on 'em like tight hoes
Young Money, Cash so strong, keep scorin', I'ma bring it on home
Those Xans and the lean zones, somethin' tan with a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got ways, one hat carry like four blades
Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, lootin' money 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' a game
See me the twin, buck a shimmy with the gauge
Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy paid
Goin' for the grips day 'til the grave
I be about chips, you be worried about the Lay's

Got in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins
Frank Muller wit' flooded ice, but I still got my
In the fast lane, gettin' slow in a 2012 Maserati
I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my coupe like Friday
Puffin' on that garlic, sick off all the
up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket
Shout out to Sha Money, signed me in a
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli
Nigga, you ain't talkin' nothin', all in Corps stuntin'
exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans
No, you afford 'em, sharper than a swordsman
Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC my brother

Mo

Catch me in the city the trunk on crack
Top dropped down, on black
Fistful of wood, for the good
Check my account, got racks on racks
around, fool, got a wall full of plaques
Platinum and gold, you gots to that
Posted up just like a
Better hide ya ho, 'cause she bound to get
H-Town, to ATL
She got a fat ass, she prolly me well
Keep it on the low, kiss and tell
True player, Cory Mo as hell
Shows to do, got records to
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 goin' so
Gettin' when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money your money is long
street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we
Drink lean, rose,
Smokin' on a dollars worth strong
the club 'bout to hear this song

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

Got racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
on racks on racks
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 Alabama, but check out how I roll tide
He might have the same whip, but check out how I roll
Y'all niggas ain't no stars, y'all in it for the cars
The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine somewhere 'bout
I ride wit' boys in the middle of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down to the Dirty, up through the trap
But the don't stack, man, money overlap
Yeah, y'all better watch it, mayne, right here we lock and
Two things is for certain, mayne, and one is fa sho'
Got a house on acres, I've never seen my neighbors
A chick in ATL and Buckhead to Decatur
Now better leave me alone, got license for my chrome
lease or your mama phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!"
Tell the truth, I ain't lie, I got so many rides
Don't know which one drive, fuck it, I'm just gon' fly

Everybody wanna hate 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 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 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 well get it off yo' chest, while 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, 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
'Cause I manipulate your molecular structure, other words, '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 bitch me Big)
I got single tryin', married bitches lyin'
I take 'em to the crib and leave our future in a
I wake up fresher than motherfuckers as is
Look my closet, that shit look like it's Raks Fifth
Man, that's on racks on racks 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 buy her a vowel, you fell in love, and I fell in her mouth
They called her Dickface, she called her
(Called her connect) You call her
I to collect, no need 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 wondered I'm at (Where I'm at)
In the back of a Chevy 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 blind (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 stop (Boy!)
I'm in the club, show 'em how to stunt (Stunt)
Tryna pick up what I'm throw, it prolly take a month (Month)
The club underwater, have 'em out the front
While I'm somewhere in the back, gettin' blowed like a (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 pumas (Pumas well)
I'm a blood motherfucker, dude'll tell (Dude'll tell)
Got 47 the old-school as well (School as well)
I got lights on my wrist that'll like cop (Cops)
Couple of cars 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
as a motherfucker, tell 'em I was HAM
Call it what you want, do it for the fam
Yeah, the type of nigga that I am

Ace

Okay, I'm back off this bitch (This bitch!)
Wit' a cup, and it's full of that (Hot!)
Got racks, talkin' tits (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no bricks (Woo!)
Hit a and a fiendin' nigga got it
I that hottie, just look at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty bands in 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 onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna play some
I'm that nigga in (In fact), paper tall as Shaq (Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your local rack

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

We got on racks 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 even tryna hold back