Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

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

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

Got a crawl outta my
Got a condo in the stars
I'm geaked up off bars
Got a car I don't gotta park
No keys button start
She ain't a I won't get hard
Got hoes that a green card
Say I'ma but I don't even gotta bark
Got that bite like sharks
One hit knock it out the park
beating so goddamn hard
Got Kush, Got Lean, Got
got remix as scale
Got bricks need no scale
I'm in with the mail
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 pockets of my
Need a kickstand way I
fiend
Stamped on sprite and

(Wiz Khalifa)

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

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