Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

Got campaign so strong
Getting while I'm talking on the phone
Spend money when ya moneys this
Real niggas ain't no clone
We at the top we belong
Spread rozay patrone
Smoking on thousand dollar worth of
When the club here its on

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

Got a outta my garage
Got a down in the stars
I'm geaked up off them
Got a car I don't even park
No keys push button
She ain't a dime I won't get
Got hoes that a green card
Say I'ma dawg but I even gotta bark
Got swag bite like sharks
One hit I'ma it out the park
Trap beating so goddamn
Got Kush, Got Lean, Got
got remix hard as
Got don't need no scale
I'm plugged in the mail
I'm of the cartel
Got rerock ain't no
6 two for a nin
fuck it all up on jeans
I'ma true fiend'
Got bands in the pockets of my
Need a kickstand way I
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, take a flight, i'll off,
Niggas tattoos, we should have a tat off,
Got racks on racks on racks, on naps on naps,
Just a mill, count another 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 can't talk unless you cut the check,
I thats why all these niggas get mad
say f-ck a young nigga, f-ck a young nigga,
I know theres some girls in the crowd right now who 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 my liquor
Better make sure you your girl right before I dick her.... down,

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