Luyện nghe bài hát Reckon

Side! yeah
Stack Mack all my that stayed down, one love
who didn't (Ha Ha)

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

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

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

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

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

I reckon we slide like cars
Doing 130 they clock us on the radar
Cops us over looking for rocks
Only seen us for a second, heard ud for blocks
You reckon you ain't gonna find but cold cash
Why don't you gone write some tickets yo old ass
I'm talking bad to security up in the
You get out of line, my a fuck you up
They me cowards won't dig it
They told me haters liking it
I them that ain't whats on my
Mind when I'm it
If my people had got popped and never did
Knowing they been care of it
Soon as got parole