Luyện nghe bài hát Reckon

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

I I'm country like biscuits and gravy
Balling just picture me
You and me hit you so
You be pushing them daises
We gonna be Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades
you hustling on the block
We in the Everglades
I run up in this liquor store
Pick up a fifth of that
We were on that herb
When y'all it down and frown
Way you had a CD the hottest thing in town
used to call 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 I'll eat glass, wash it with gas
Having money means nothing, I'll wipe my ass cash

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

I reckon I'm southern fried chicken
I'll be here till I yo
and Cathedrals 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 means- we got to ride like Matt
Haystak Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac
I up with cash villians
right, sack dealin
We be in the chillin (in the back, in the back)
In the of the club
In the of the limo
Nothing but the day,the date on my

I came hard on my
I came hard on my
I hard on my third
Do you reckon I

I reckon we fully
Reckon you be scared
Reckon we out of
Thinking bout platinum and
Reckon we a long way, too far to turn back now
Reckon you gonna 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 gonna learn

I reckon we slide like sports
Doing 130 when they clock us on the
Cops pull us over looking for
seen us for a second, heard ud coming for blocks
You reckon you ain't gonna find nothing but cold
Why don't you gone write some with yo old ass
I'm talking bad to up in the club
You get out of line, my a fuck you up
They told me won't dig it
They told me haters ain't it
I told that ain't whats on my
Mind when I'm it
If my people had got popped and never did
they been took care of it
Soon as got parole