Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

Got campaign so strong
Getting brain while I'm talking on the
Spend money ya moneys this long
Real street ain't no clone
We at the top we belong
Spread lean patrone
Smoking on dollar worth of strong
the club outta here its on

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

Got a crawl outta my
Got a down in the stars
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 card
Say I'ma dawg but I don't gotta bark
Got swag that like sharks
One hit I'ma it out the park
beating so goddamn hard
Got Kush, Got Lean, Got
got hard as scale
Got don't need no scale
I'm in with the mail
I'm part of the
Got rerock no cling
6 two for a nin
Then fuck it all up on
true religion fiend'
Got in the pockets 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
at my rollie, bout 30 grams what that cost,
Smoke I'm in Cali, f-ck, take a flight, i'll blast off,
talkin tattoos, we should have a tat off,
Got racks on racks on racks, on naps on naps,
Just made a mill, another mill so put that on top of that,
Way back in 2004 I told them it was a
Now my life 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 a young nigga, f-ck 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, niggas thinking they sick I'm sicker,
ima my weed, and ima drink my liquor
Better make sure you f-ck your girl right before I her.... down,

Y'all know I keep racks
I stay counting them
Ya won't leave me lone
Wanna now she attached
Flow hot don't need no
Sell work pay no tax
I'm up to the max
Don't know how to relax
I drank so that lean
Had to wake up on a
Got all in my jeans
Man busting out the
Got all in my lungs
Get High cheech and chong
800 a zone I ain't blowin it strong
Catch on my iphone
Catch mine and I'm gone
The girl won't
I can not take her
I'm gone on bars
bitch I'm not a
I'm driving cars
up no bodyguards