Luyện nghe bài hát Reckon

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

I reckon I'm country like biscuits and
Balling just me baby
You and me hit you so
You gonna be pushing daises
We gonna be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs,
While you hustling on the
We in the Everglades
Reckon I run up in liquor store
up a fifth of that Crown
We were on that herb
When break it down and frown
Way before you had a CD the thing 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 in the south
Hate on me get hit in your mouth- pow
So I'll eat glass, wash it down with gas
Having money means nothing, wipe my ass with cash

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

I I'm southern like fried chicken
I'll be here I leave 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 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 back of the
Nothing changed but the day,the on my

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

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

I reckon we slide like sports
Doing 130 they clock us on the radar
pull us over looking for rocks
Only seen us for a second, ud coming for blocks
You reckon you ain't find nothing but cold cash
Why don't you gone write tickets with yo old ass
I'm talking bad to up in the club
You get out of line, my clique a you up
They told me won't dig it
They me haters ain't liking it
I told that ain't whats on my
Mind I'm writing it
If my people had got popped and did fold
Knowing they been care of it
Soon as got parole