Luyện nghe bài hát Reckon

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

I reckon I'm country like and gravy
Balling just picture me
You and me hit you so
You be pushing them daises
We gonna be Mercedes, Cadiallacs, Escalades
While you hustling on the
We in the Everglades
Reckon I run up in this liquor
up a fifth of that Crown
We puffing on that herb
When y'all break it down and
Way before you had a CD the hottest in town
They used to call me JD out slinging pound
Had to hit it then it, get in and get out
Lay low when you see 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, wipe my ass with cash

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

I reckon I'm southern like fried
be here till I leave yo
Colisseums and Cathedrals from L.A. to the east
My people(echo) as collard greens
hungry dope fiends
Go get that by any means
if it means- we got to ride like Matt Dillon
Haystak Mac Millon, Mr. Mac Millon
I came up with cash
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 changed but the day,the on my

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

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

I reckon we slide sports cars
Doing 130 they clock us on the radar
Cops us over looking for rocks
Only seen us for a second, heard ud coming for
You reckon you ain't find nothing but cold cash
Why don't you gone write some with yo old ass
I'm talking bad to up in the club
You get out of line, my a fuck you up
They told me won't dig it
They told me haters liking it
I told that 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