Luyện nghe bài hát Reckon

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

I reckon I'm country biscuits and gravy
just picture me baby
You and me hit you so
You be pushing them daises
We gonna be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs,
While you hustling on the
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 break it and frown
Way before you had a CD the 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 you see some shit in the south
Hate on me get hit in your mouth- 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 be scared
Reckon we out of
bout platinum and gold
Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn now
you bitches gonna learn
You keep Haystak down
I reckon we fully
you oughta be scared
Reckon we out of
bout platinum and gold
Reckon we came a long way, too far to turn now
Reckon you bitches learn

I reckon I'm southern like chicken
I'll be here till I yo
and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east coast
My people(echo) country as greens
hungry dope fiends
Go get that cheese by any
Even if it means- we got to like Matt Dillon
Mac Millon, thats Mr. Mac Millon
I came up cash villians
Riding right, sack
We be in the chillin (in the back, in the back)
In the of the club
In the of the limo
changed but the day,the date on my

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

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

I reckon we slide sports cars
Doing 130 when they 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 nothing but cold
Why don't you gone some tickets with yo old ass
I'm talking bad to security up in the
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 that ain't on my
Mind I'm writing it
If my had got popped and never did fold
Knowing they been care of it
as they got parole