Luyện nghe bài hát Reckon

Side! yeah
Mack all my people that stayed down, one love
Those who (Ha Ha)

I reckon I'm like biscuits and gravy
Balling just picture me
You and me hit you so
You be pushing them daises
We be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades
While you hustling on the
We in the Everglades
Reckon I run up in this liquor
Pick up a fifth of Crown
We were puffing on herb
y'all break it down and frown
Way before you had a CD the thing in town
They used to me JD out South slinging pound
Had to hit it quit it, get in and get out
Lay low you see some shit in the south
Hate on me get hit in your whaa pow
So mean eat glass, wash it down with gas
Having money nothing, I'll wipe my ass with cash

I reckon we fully
you oughta be scared
Reckon we out of
Thinking bout platinum and
Reckon we a long way, too far to turn back now
you bitches gonna learn
You keep Haystak down
I reckon we prepaired
Reckon you oughta be
we out of control
Thinking bout platinum and
Reckon we a long way, too far to turn back now
Reckon you bitches gonna

I I'm southern like fried chicken
be here till I leave yo
Colisseums and from L.A. to the east coast
My people(echo) country as collard
Money dope fiends
Go get that by any means
Even if it we got to ride like Matt Dillon
Haystak Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac
I up with cash villians
right, sack dealin
We be in the back (in the back, in the back)
In the of the club
In the of the limo
Nothing changed but the day,the on my

I hard on my first
I came on my second
I come on my third
Do you reckon I

I reckon we prepaired
Reckon you oughta be
we out of control
Thinking platinum and gold
Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn now
Reckon you bitches learn
You can't keep down
I we fully prepaired
Reckon you oughta be
we out of control
Thinking bout platinum and
Reckon we came a long way, too far to back now
Reckon you bitches gonna

I reckon we slide sports cars
Doing 130 they clock us on the radar
Cops pull us over looking for
seen us for a second, heard ud coming for blocks
You reckon you ain't gonna find but cold cash
Why don't you gone write tickets with yo old ass
I'm bad to security up in the club
You get out of line, my clique a you up
They told me won't dig it
They told me ain't liking it
I them that ain't whats on my
Mind when I'm it
If my people had got popped and did fold
Knowing they took care of it
Soon as they got