Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

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

Got Racks on on racks
Racks on racks on
Racks on racks on
Got on racks on racks
Got on racks on racks
on racks on racks
Racks on racks on
Nigga hating me ain't even tryna back

Got a crawl my garage
Got a condo in the stars
I'm geaked up off them
Got a car I don't even gotta
No keys push button
She a dime I won't get hard
Got hoes that need a green
Say I'ma dawg but I don't even gotta
Got swag bite like sharks
One hit knock it out the park
beating so goddamn hard
Got Kush, Got Lean, Got
got remix as scale
Got don't need no scale
I'm plugged in with the
I'm part of the
Got rerock no cling
6 two for a nin
fuck it all up on jeans
I'ma religion fiend'
Got bands in the pockets of my
a kickstand way I lean
Promethazine
on sprite and lean

(Wiz Khalifa)

on, racks off
See blonde strip when my hats off
Looking at my rollie, bout 30 grams that cost,
like I'm in Cali, f-ck, take a flight, i'll blast off,
Niggas tattoos, we should have a tat off,
Got racks on on racks, naps on naps on naps,
Just made a mill, another mill so put that on top of that,
Way back in I told them it was a wrap
Now my life aint my life no more I told you its a wrap, eww
You you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet
We can't even unless you cut the check,
I guess why all these niggas get mad
They say f-ck a 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 roll another one bigger, niggas they sick well I'm sicker,
ima smoke my weed, and ima my liquor
Better make sure you your girl right before I dick her.... down,

Y'all know I keep them
I stay counting them
Ya girl won't me lone
Wanna f-ck now she
hot don't need no match
Sell don't pay no tax
I'm up to the max
even know how to relax
I drank so that lean
Had to wake up on a
Got all in my jeans
Man out the seams
Got all in my lungs
Get High cheech and chong
800 a I ain't blowin unless it strong
hell on my iphone
Catch and then I'm gone
The won't leave
I can not her home
I'm gone on bars
bitch I'm not a
I'm driving cars
Strapped up no