Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

Got campaign going so
Getting brain while I'm on the phone
money when ya moneys this long
Real street ain't no clone
We at the top we belong
Spread lean rozay
Smoking on dollar worth of strong
the club outta here its on

Got Racks on on racks
on racks on racks
Racks on on racks
Got Racks on racks on
Got Racks on racks on
Racks on on racks
Racks on racks on
Nigga hating me even tryna hold back

Got a crawl outta my
Got a condo down in the
I'm geaked up off bars
Got a car I even gotta park
No push button start
She ain't a dime I get hard
Got hoes that need a card
Say dawg but I don't even gotta bark
Got swag that like sharks
One hit knock it out the park
Trap so goddamn hard
Got Kush, Got Lean, Got
got remix as scale
Got bricks don't no scale
I'm in with the mail
I'm of the cartel
Got rerock no cling
6 two for a nin
Then fuck it all up on
I'ma religion fiend'
Got in the pockets of my jeans
Need a kickstand way I
Promethazine
on sprite and lean

(Wiz Khalifa)

Racks on, off
See that strip when my hats off
Looking at my rollie, 30 grams what that cost,
Smoke like I'm in Cali, f-ck, take a flight, blast off,
talkin tattoos, we should have a tat off,
Got racks on racks on racks, on naps on naps,
Just made a mill, count mill so put that on top of that,
Way back in 2004 I told it was a wrap
Now my life my life no more I told you niggas its a wrap, eww
You you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet
We even talk unless you cut the check,
I guess why all these niggas get mad
They say a young nigga, f-ck a young nigga,
I know theres some girls in the crowd right now who wanna f-ck a nigga, ya
I roll one and another one bigger, niggas thinking they sick well I'm sicker,
ima smoke my weed, and ima my liquor
Better make sure you f-ck your girl right I dick her.... down,

Y'all know I them racks
I stay counting stacks
Ya girl leave me lone
Wanna now she attached
hot don't need no match
Sell don't pay no tax
I'm up to the max
Don't know how to relax
I drank so that lean
Had to wake up on a
Got racks all in my
Man out the seams
Got kush all in my
Get High like cheech and
800 a zone I ain't blowin it strong
Catch hell on my
mine and then I'm gone
The girl leave
I can not take her
I'm gone on bars
bitch I'm not a
I'm driving foreign
Strapped up no