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

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money your money is long
Real 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 this song

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

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

YC

fresh, yeah, and in my Trues
Iced out, okay,
Trapped up, I keep that tool
That racks on so ma'fuckin' fool
All the globe, bein' on TV
you look, you see YC
Hatin'-ass niggas wishin' they were me
YC, YC, YC
Way too big for my ma'fuckin'
I'm so fly I even got wings
Eyes low, just blame it on the green
Girl cut up, got on lean
That shit, over with
She put it on the rack, won't it
My 'count, commas all over it
Racks on racks on

Jeezy

Young, if convertible, then how is it a hardtop?
Bitch, I hit one button, my roof like 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 night's a weekend, day's a Friday night
You ain't nothin' yet, bitch, this just my Friday ice
'87, brick fare, yeah, I'm thirty racks
All I is hundos, where the fuck my twenties at?

Wiz

Racks on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my off
at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what that cost
Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I off
Niggas talkin' tattooes, we should a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, on naps on naps
Just made a mill, count another mill, so put that on top of
Way in 2004, I told 'em it was a wrap
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 talk 'less you got the check, I guess 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 young
I roll one and another one bigger
Niggas thinkin' they sick, well, I'm
I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma drink my
Better make you fuck your girl right 'fore I dick her

Waka Flocka

(Flocka!)
I got on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!)
on top of bands (Uh!), got me fuckin' her (Uh!) and her friends (Flocka!)
Bad boys do papers (Flex!), that was just for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!)
(Clap, clap, go, go, go, go, go, Flocka!) two times if you druuuunk
Got a bad from the U.K. (Okay!)
She do I say (Okay!)
Go when she hear 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 I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money your money is long
Real 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 this

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

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

Cyhi The

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 money like six
Switch gears stick shifts
as hell, no Big Kipp
We buy cars, flip whips
Catch us smokin' that trip
Pitch piff, that's a
I like to that a quick flip
Pull like hamstrings
Boy, I'm my damn thing
blood with them bricks, pimp
Get off a key like I sing
Got the seven on me like big
round, and this bitch dirty
I'm the best, down
nicknamed me 6:30
I'm wit' Dose and YC
Readell Road, my street
Ask on the Eastside
I'm the

Bun B

Bun B, I'm underground
In the car on swang
the top on drop and the trunk on pop
Boy, you can't tell me a thang
wheel on the back just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
With the in the front, wood wheel in the blunts
You're on 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 I ain't givin' up my stacks like that

B.o.B

Call me Ray, but it's not two names
through the city, all-black, Bruce Wayne
No, not over Baghdad
But on the track, you can call me
why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm flyin' on the plane with a turban
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
Fuck a brainstorm, I'll 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 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, these niggas know I'm
Said 50 for a song, and won't leave me 'lone
Gotta front me a brick, that nothin' to you
ran through a ticket, there ain't nothin' 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 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
money when your money is long
Real niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand worth strong
When the club to hear this song

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

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

Racks on racks on racks, I'm smash and not call back
My Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, might call you a cab
Yeah, ridin' around 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, like dope 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 told her "Bring money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's

Gunz

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my
From the X to the MACs in the Ac, if I ain't strapped, then the 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 tight hoes
Young Money, Cash Money so strong, scorin', I'ma bring it on home
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, lootin' money since like fourth grade
I'm the shit nowadays, so wave, no whips, no chains, I'm a slave
Let you niggas know my gang, MCN if you was thinkin' it's a game
See me with the twin, buck a with the gauge
Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy 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 lane, gettin' slow brain in a 2012 Maserati
I'm kickin', pimpin', Liu Kang, my coupe smokin' like Friday
Puffin' on garlic, sick off all the Marley
Inked up on my hands and arms, got jams in my pocket
Shout out to Sha Money, signed me in a
Daddy was a kingpin, a milli buried
Nigga, you ain't nothin', all in Flight Corps stuntin'
exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans
No, you can't afford 'em, sharper a swordsman
Racks on racks, our strong, and YC like my brother

Mo

Catch me in the city with the on crack
Top dropped down, on black
Fistful of wood, twisted for the
Check my bank account, got racks on
Look around, fool, got a full of plaques
and gold, you gots to love that
Posted up just a thumbtack
hide ya ho, 'cause 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
player, Cory Mo cold as hell
Shows to do, got to sell
Got a whole lotta BMI checks in the
If ballin' was a crime, I'd be in
Locked up for double life "What the hell?"

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

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

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

Yeah, they call me Country Grammar, my brother out the
I'm color painted, you can call that Alabama
I'm not Alabama, but check out how I roll tide
He have the same whip, but check out how I roll 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 wit' them in the middle of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down to the Dirty, back up the trap
But the money don't stack, man, 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 hundred acres, I've never seen my
A chick in ATL and from to Decatur
Now y'all better me alone, got license for my chrome
Don't lease or your mama talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!"
Tell the truth, I ain't gon' lie, I got so many
Don't know which one I'ma drive, it, I'm just 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 because I like this song
I step up out the Maserati car, gotta pull it, pull 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' through the do', Chi-cago, cago,
Anybody wanna get into it, come on and do it, for security, we make 'em pull the flo'
Might as well get it off yo' chest, while everybody got on deck
I see them T-Dum-Izzle as a threat, 'cause I got racks on racks on racks
Oh, Twista, I see future, finna shoot ya, I salute you if you could get at the general in my military
and racks and tracks and stacks 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 thought I had to let you know

Big

(I bet your bitch me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', married bitches
I take 'em to the crib and leave our in a condom
I wake up fresher these motherfuckers as is
Look my closet, that shit look like it's Raks Fifth
Man, racks on racks on racks on top of packs on top of pounds
My chains is pow on pow on pow, I'm off trees, no eye, no ow
I'm at the altar 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 called her
(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 if you wondered where I'm at (Where I'm at)
In the of a Chevy that's all black (All black)
Racks on racks, I don't how to act (Act)
Track and field with the birds, I'm runnin' 'em like (Track)
Free of money, bet you can't blind (Blind)
King of the club, I bet you top (Top)
Bitch niggas the fact I get guap (Guap)
Or the fact when the money go up, it won't (Boy!)
I'm in the club, tryna 'em how to stunt (Stunt)
Tryna pick up what I'm throw, it prolly take about a (Month)
The club underwater, have 'em runnin' out the
While I'm somewhere in the back, gettin' blowed 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, that tell (Dude'll tell)
Got 47 the old-school 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)
of whi-whips that I ride like yachts (Yachts)
A of haters lookin', I'm knowin' them niggas hot (Hot)
And tell 'em that I give a damn
Hard as a motherfucker, 'em I was HAM
Call it what you want, do it for the fam
Yeah, that's the type of that I am

Ace

Okay, I'm off into this bitch (This bitch!)
Wit' a cup, and it's full of that (Hot!)
Got racks, talkin' tits (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no Lego (Woo!)
Hit a trick and a nigga got it
I that hottie, just look at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty in that King of Diamonds
Sorry, just part of my hobby (Swoop!)
And I 'em feelin' my Florida 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), paper tall as (Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your Walmart rack

Got goin' so strong
Gettin' brain I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no
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)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks
Nigga, I ain't tryna hold back