Luyện nghe bài hát Reckon

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

I reckon I'm country biscuits and gravy
just picture me baby
You and me hit you so
You gonna be them daises
We gonna be Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades
While you on the block
We in the Everglades
Reckon I run up in this liquor
Pick up a fifth of that
We puffing 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 you see some shit in the south
Hate on me get hit in your whaa pow
So mean I'll eat glass, it down with gas
Having money means nothing, I'll wipe my ass with

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

I I'm southern like fried chicken
I'll be here till I yo
Colisseums and Cathedrals L.A. to the east coast
My people(echo) country as greens
hungry dope fiends
Go get cheese by any means
Even if it means- we got to like Matt Dillon
Haystak Mac Millon, 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 of the limo
Nothing but the day,the date on my

I came on my first
I came hard on my
I come hard on my
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 bitches gonna
You can't keep down
I we fully prepaired
Reckon you be scared
Reckon we out of
Thinking platinum and gold
Reckon we came a long way, too far to back now
you bitches gonna learn

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