Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

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

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

Got a crawl outta my
Got a condo down in the
I'm geaked up off them
Got a car I don't even park
No keys button start
She ain't a dime I won't get
Got hoes that need a green
Say I'ma dawg but I don't even gotta
Got that bite like sharks
One hit knock it out the park
Trap so goddamn hard
Got Kush, Got Lean, Got
got hard as scale
Got bricks don't no scale
I'm plugged in the mail
I'm part of the
Got rerock no cling
6 two for a nin
Then fuck it all up on
I'ma true fiend'
Got bands in the pockets of my
Need a way I lean
fiend
Stamped on sprite and

(Wiz Khalifa)

Racks on, off
See blonde strip when my hats off
Looking at my rollie, bout 30 what that cost,
Smoke like I'm in Cali, f-ck, take a flight, blast off,
Niggas talkin tattoos, we have a tat off,
Got racks on on racks, naps on naps on naps,
Just made a mill, count another so put that on top of that,
Way back in 2004 I told them it was a
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 young nigga, f-ck a nigga,
I know theres girls in the crowd right now who wanna f-ck a young nigga, ya
I roll one and roll another one bigger, niggas thinking sick well I'm sicker,
ima smoke my weed, and ima drink my
Better make sure you f-ck your girl right I dick her.... down,

Y'all know I them racks
I counting them stacks
Ya girl leave me lone
f-ck now she attached
Flow hot don't need no
Sell don't pay no tax
I'm up to the max
Don't know how to relax
I drank so much that
Had to wake up on a
Got racks all in my
Man busting out the
Got all in my lungs
Get like cheech and chong
800 a zone I ain't blowin unless it
Catch hell on my
Catch and then I'm gone
The girl leave
I can not take her
I'm gone on bars
I'm not a star
I'm driving cars
up no bodyguards