Luyện nghe bài hát Reckon

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

I reckon I'm country like biscuits and
Balling just me baby
You and me hit you so
You gonna be pushing them
We be pushing Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades
While you hustling on the
We in the Everglades
Reckon I run up in this liquor
Pick up a fifth of that
We were on that herb
y'all break it down and frown
Way you had a CD the hottest thing in town
They used to 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 whaa pow
So mean I'll eat glass, wash it down gas
Having money means nothing, I'll wipe my ass cash

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

I reckon I'm southern like chicken
I'll be here I leave yo
Colisseums and from L.A. to the east coast
My people(echo) country as collard
Money dope fiends
Go get that cheese by any
Even if it means- we got to ride like Dillon
Haystak Mac Millon, Mr. Mac Millon
I up with 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 came on my first
I hard on my second
I hard on my third
Do you reckon I

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

I reckon we slide sports cars
Doing 130 when they clock us on the
pull us over looking for rocks
Only seen us for a second, heard ud coming for
You reckon you gonna find nothing but cold cash
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
told me cowards won't dig it
They told me haters ain't it
I told them that ain't on my
Mind I'm writing it
If my people had got popped and did fold
Knowing they been took of it
Soon as they got