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 picture me baby
You and me hit you so
You be pushing them daises
We gonna be Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades
While you hustling on the
We in the Everglades
Reckon I run up in this store
Pick up a of that Crown
We were on that herb
When y'all it down and frown
Way before you had a CD the hottest thing in
They to call me JD out South slinging pound
Had to hit it then it, get in and get out
Lay low you see some shit in the south
Hate on me get hit in mouth- whaa pow
So mean I'll eat glass, it down with gas
Having money means nothing, I'll wipe my ass with

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

I I'm southern like fried chicken
I'll be here I leave yo
Colisseums and from L.A. to the east coast
My people(echo) country as collard
Money hungry fiends
Go get cheese by any means
Even if it we got to ride like Matt Dillon
Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac Millon
I up with cash villians
Riding right, sack
We be in the back (in the back, in the back)
In the back of the
In the of the limo
changed but the day,the date on my

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

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

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