Luyện nghe bài hát Reckon

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

I I'm country like biscuits and gravy
Balling just me baby
You and me hit you so
You gonna be pushing them
We gonna be Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades
you hustling on the block
We fishing in the
Reckon I run up in this liquor
Pick up a fifth of Crown
We were on that herb
When y'all it down and frown
Way you had a CD the hottest thing in town
They to call me JD out South slinging pound
Had to hit it then 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 mean I'll eat glass, it down with gas
Having money means nothing, I'll my ass with cash

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

I reckon I'm southern like chicken
I'll be here I leave yo
and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast
My people(echo) as collard greens
Money hungry fiends
Go get that by any means
Even if it means- we got to like Matt Dillon
Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac Millon
I came up cash villians
right, sack dealin
We be in the chillin (in the back, in the back)
In the back of the
In the back of the
Nothing but the day,the date on my

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

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

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 you gone write some tickets with yo old ass
I'm bad to security up in the club
You get out of line, my a fuck you up
They told me won't dig it
They me haters ain't 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 been took care of it
Soon as got parole