Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

Got campaign going so
Getting while I'm talking on the phone
Spend when ya moneys this long
Real street niggas ain't no
We at the top where we
Spread lean patrone
on thousand dollar worth of strong
When the club outta its on

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

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

(Wiz Khalifa)

Racks on, off
See that blonde strip my hats off
Looking at my rollie, bout 30 grams what cost,
Smoke like I'm in Cali, f-ck, a flight, i'll blast off,
talkin tattoos, we should have a tat off,
Got on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps,
Just made a mill, count mill so put that on top of that,
Way in 2004 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 even talk unless you cut the check,
I thats why all these niggas get mad
They say f-ck a young nigga, a young nigga,
I theres some girls in the crowd right now who wanna f-ck a young nigga, ya
I roll one and roll another one bigger, thinking they sick well I'm sicker,
ima my weed, and ima drink my liquor
Better make you f-ck your girl right before I dick her.... down,

Y'all I keep them racks
I stay counting them
Ya girl won't leave me
f-ck now she attached
Flow hot need no match
Sell don't pay no tax
I'm up to the max
even know how to relax
I drank so much that
Had to wake up on a
Got all in my jeans
Man out the seams
Got kush all in my
Get High like cheech and
800 a zone I ain't blowin it strong
hell on my iphone
Catch mine and I'm gone
The girl won't
I can not take her
I'm gone on them
I'm not a star
I'm driving cars
Strapped up no