Luyện nghe bài hát Reckon

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

I reckon I'm country like biscuits and
Balling picture me baby
You and me hit you so
You be pushing them daises
We be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades
While you hustling on the
We fishing in the
Reckon I run up in this liquor
Pick up a of that Crown
We were on that herb
When y'all it down and frown
Way you had a CD the hottest 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 shit in the south
on me get hit in your mouth- whaa pow
So I'll eat glass, wash it down with gas
Having money means nothing, I'll wipe my ass cash

I reckon we prepaired
Reckon you 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 down
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

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

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

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

I reckon we like sports cars
Doing 130 when they us on the radar
Cops pull us over for rocks
Only seen us for a second, heard ud coming for
You you ain't gonna find nothing but cold cash
Why don't you 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 cowards dig it
They told me haters ain't it
I told them ain't whats on my
when I'm writing it
If my people had got popped and did fold
they been took care of it
Soon as got parole