Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

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

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

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

(Wiz Khalifa)

Racks on, off
See that blonde when my hats off
Looking at my rollie, 30 grams what that cost,
like I'm in Cali, f-ck, take a flight, i'll blast off,
Niggas talkin tattoos, we should a tat off,
Got racks on racks on racks, on naps on naps,
made a mill, count another mill so put that on top of that,
Way back in I told them it was a wrap
Now my aint my life no more I told you niggas its a wrap, eww
You you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet
We can't talk 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 girls in the crowd right now who wanna f-ck a young nigga, ya
I roll one and roll one bigger, niggas thinking they sick well I'm sicker,
ima smoke my weed, and ima drink my
make sure you f-ck your girl right before I dick her.... down,

Y'all know I keep racks
I stay counting stacks
Ya girl won't me lone
Wanna now she attached
hot don't need no match
Sell work pay no tax
I'm up to the max
Don't know how to relax
I drank so much that
Had to up on a bean
Got all in my jeans
Man out the seams
Got all in my lungs
Get like cheech and chong
800 a zone I ain't unless it strong
Catch hell on my
mine and then I'm gone
The girl won't
I can not her home
I'm gone on them
I'm not a star
I'm driving cars
up no bodyguards