Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

YC!
(What you got?) Racks on racks on
(He got) Racks on on racks
(We got) on racks on racks
(Leggo)
(Hey) We got racks on racks on
(She got) on racks on racks
(They got) Racks on racks on

Got campaign goin' so
Gettin' when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your is long
Real street niggas, no clone
We at the top we belong
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand worth strong
the club 'bout to hear this song

We got on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Got on racks on racks

Got on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on on racks
Nigga, I ain't even tryna back

YC

Still fresh, yeah, and in my
out, okay, cool
Trapped up, know I keep that
That racks on racks so fool
All around the globe, on TV
you look, you see YC
Hatin'-ass niggas just wishin' they me
YC, YC, YC
Way too big for my jeans
I'm so fly I don't got wings
Eyes real low, just it on the green
Girl cut up, got lean on
That shoebox shit, with
She put it on the rack, won't it
My bank 'count, all over it
on racks on racks

Young

Young, if it's convertible, then how is it a
Bitch, I hit one button, my roof open like a spot
Make me throw my up, bitch, my life was hard knock
Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my stop
Every night's a weekend, every day's a night
You ain't nothin' yet, bitch, this just my Friday ice
'87, brick fare, yeah, I'm thirty racks
All I is hundos, where the fuck my twenties at?

Wiz

Racks on, racks off, see blonde stripper, my hat's off
Lookin' at my Rollie, thirty grand what that cost
Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck flight, I blast off
Niggas talkin' tattooes, we should a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, naps on on naps
Just made a mill, count mill, so put that on top of that
Way back in 2004, I told 'em it was a
Now my life ain't my life no more, I you, nigga, it's a wrap
Oooh, you you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet
We can't even talk 'less you got the check, I that's why all of these niggas get bent
said "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga"
I it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga
I roll one and another one bigger
thinkin' they sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my and I'ma drink my liquor
Better sure you fuck your girl right 'fore I dick her

Waka Flocka

(Flocka!)
I got on top of racks (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!)
Bands on top of bands (Uh!), got me fuckin' her (Uh!) and her (Flocka!)
Bad boys don't do papers (Flex!), was just for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!)
(Clap, clap, go, go, go, go, go, Flocka!) Clap two times if you
Got a bad bitch the U.K. (Okay!)
She do I say (Okay!)
Go crazy when she hear (Grove Street!)
She got "Grove St." on (Flocka!)
Got you don't understand (Uh-huh)
long from here to Japan (Uh-huh)
Know it when she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a

Got goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the
Spendin' money when money is long
street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand worth strong
When the club 'bout to hear this

We got racks on on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Got racks on on racks

Got racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain't tryna hold back

The Prynce

Got on racks on racks, y'all rap so wack on wax
Purple by the pound, that's that Flacco,
I make big plays, I got big
Blue money like six
Switch gears stick shifts
as hell, no Big Kipp
We buy cars, y'all flip
Catch us smokin' that trip
piff, that's a handspring
I like to call a quick flip
Pull triggers like
Boy, I'm doin' my thing
Baby blood with bricks, pimp
Get off a key like I sing
Got the seven on me big jersey
Ridin' round, and this dirty
I'm the best, hands
They me 6:30
I'm wit' Dose and YC
Readell Road, my street
Ask around on the
I'm the

Bun B

Bun B, I'm underground
In the car on swang
the top on drop and the trunk on pop
Boy, you can't me a damn thang
Fifth wheel on the back just
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
With the in the front, wood wheel in the blunts
You're on neon lights in my
Yeah, I rep that
One hundred, yeah, me
If you don't recognize, you see
I'm a trill OG
In a
Cadillac, like a on clacks
Try to jack and I attack
It's a fact I ain't givin' up my stacks like that

B.o.B

me Bobby Ray, but it's not two names
Flyin' through the city, all-black, Wayne
No, not bombs over
But on the track, you can me Hussein
That's why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm on the plane with a turban
But I'm fly, y'all turbulence, exit row, emergency (Mayday!)
As a kid, I was by lightning, it's no wonder I'm electrifying
a brainstorm, I'll fuck around and cause a power outage
And it no rivals, if it was, it'd be no survivors
Just gimme a hour, I'll light it up like an Tower

Yo

Got bills on top of bills, on top of scales
I'm Mr. All White, got on top of yell'
Got pills all on my phone, these niggas I'm wrong
Said 50 for a song, and they leave me 'lone
Gotta front me a brick, that nothin' to you
ran through a ticket, there ain't nothin' to do
Yeah, I these streets like I love the booth
Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100
Got on white on white, ice on ice on ice
And when I'm in the it look like lights on lights on lights

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the
money when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no
We at the top we belong
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth
When the club 'bout to hear song

We got on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on

Got racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain't even tryna back

Racks on on racks, I'm tryna smash and not call back
My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, might you a cab
Yeah, ridin' around wit' that reefer scent, around with Ms. Reece and them
When I'm in the groove, I can freak a tune, I'm smoother than skin
I shows out, dope when I put that flow down
Like soap when I put my on, I'm jokin', but I be Foamed out
And all she want is bags, but all I want is more 1s
I told her "Bring money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's

Gunz

The tracks on off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks
From the X to the MACs in the Ac, if I strapped, then the gats on scat
Then he black on 'em like Tae Bo, then he clap on 'em bravo
Throw sacks on 'em like y'all hoes, got racks on 'em like tight
Money, Cash Money so strong, keep scorin', I'ma bring it on home
Those Xans and the lean zones, somethin' tan with a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat like four blades
Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been money since like fourth grade
I'm the nowadays, so they wave, no whips, no chains, I'm a slave
Let you niggas know Milita my gang, MCN if you was it's a game
See me with the twin, buck a shimmy the gauge
Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy gettin'
Goin' for the grips every day 'til the
I be worried chips, you be worried about the Lay's

Got Activist in my Sprite, in my Robins
Frank wit' flooded ice, but I still got my brightness
In the fast lane, slow brain in a 2012 Maserati
I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my coupe smokin' like
Puffin' on that garlic, off all the Marley
Inked up on my hands and arms, got jams in my pocket
out to Sha Money, signed me in a hurry
Daddy was a kingpin, a milli buried
Nigga, you talkin' nothin', all in Flight Corps stuntin'
These 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans
No, you can't afford 'em, sharper a swordsman
on racks, our campaign strong, and YC like my brother

Mo

Catch me in the city the trunk on crack
Top down, black on black
Fistful of wood, for the good
my bank account, got racks on racks
Look around, fool, got a full of plaques
Platinum and gold, you gots to that
up just like a thumbtack
Better hide ya ho, 'cause she bound to get
H-Town, to ATL
She got a fat ass, she prolly know me
Keep it on the low, never and tell
player, Cory Mo cold as hell
Shows to do, got records to
Got a whole BMI checks in the mail
If was a crime, I'd be in jail
Locked up for double life "What the hell?"

Got goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm on the phone
Spendin' when your money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no
We at the top where we
Drink lean, rose,
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth
the club 'bout to hear this song

We got on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on on racks

Got on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on
Nigga, I even tryna hold back

Yeah, they call me Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm crimson painted, you can call that Alabama
I'm not from Alabama, but check out how I tide
He might have the same whip, but check out how I roll
Y'all ain't no stars, y'all only in it for the cars
The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine 'bout Mars
I ride wit' boys in the middle of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
to the Dirty, back up through the trap
But the don't stack, man, money overlap
Yeah, y'all better watch it, mayne, right here we and load
Two is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa sho'
Got a house on hundred acres, I've seen my neighbors
A chick in ATL and Buckhead to Decatur
Now y'all leave me alone, got license for my chrome
Don't or your mama phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!"
Tell the truth, I ain't gon' lie, I got so many
Don't know which one I'ma drive, fuck it, I'm gon' fly

Everybody hate because I'm on, blowin' head back, bottles by the zone
Twista finna get up on the track and spit it the way I do simp-a-ly because I like song
When I step up out the Maserati car, gotta pull it, it, pull it, pull it from the jar
Then I blow, I'ma out the par', wit' some killers and everybody know who we are
Get Money Gang steppin' the do', Chi-cago, cago, cago
wanna get into it, come on and do it, for security, we gon' make 'em pull the flo'
Might as get it off yo' chest, while everybody got ammunition on deck
I don't see them T-Dum-Izzle as a threat, I got racks on racks on racks
Oh, Twista, I see your future, finna shoot ya, I you if you could get at the general in my military
Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I could an entire village when I kill and bury
'Cause I manipulate your molecular structure, other words, 'em up wit' holes
If you try to give it to me at the door, I thought I had to let you know

Big

(I bet your call me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', married bitches
I 'em to the crib and leave our future in a condom
I wake up fresher than motherfuckers as is
Look inside my closet, that shit like it's Raks Fifth
Man, that's racks on on racks on top of packs on top of pounds
My chains is pow on pow on pow, I'm off trees, no eye, no ow
I'm at the altar sayin' my vows to this Benjamin power
You buy her a house, I won't buy her a vowel, you in love, and I fell in her mouth
They called her Dickface, she called her
(Called her connect) You her collect
I call to collect, no for a pet
If I throw paper, yo' bitch gon' fetch
(Do it!)
And the track gon' be as long as we got me
(I do it)

I'm the hood if you wondered I'm at (Where I'm at)
In the back of a Chevy all black (All black)
Racks on racks, I know how to act (Act)
and field with the birds, I'm runnin' 'em like track (Track)
Free throws of money, bet you blind (Blind)
of the club, I bet you can't top (Top)
Bitch niggas hate the fact I get (Guap)
Or the fact when the go up, it won't stop (Boy!)
I'm in the club, show 'em how to stunt (Stunt)
Tryna pick up what I'm throw, it prolly take about a (Month)
The underwater, have 'em runnin' out the front
While I'm somewhere in the back, gettin' blowed like a (Blunt)
No need to trip, you can tell 'em that I'm cool as (Cool as hell)
it's the case I know the pack of pumas well (Pumas well)
I'm a blood motherfucker, that tell (Dude'll tell)
Got 47 the old-school as well (School as well)
I got lights on my that'll flash like cop (Cops)
Couple of foreign cars I ride no top (Tops)
Couple of whi-whips that I ride yachts (Yachts)
A couple of haters lookin', I'm them niggas hot (Hot)
And 'em that I don't give a damn
Hard as a motherfucker, 'em I was HAM
Call it you want, I'ma do it for the fam
Yeah, that's the type of nigga I am

Ace

Okay, I'm off into this bitch (This bitch!)
Wit' a cup, and it's full of liq' (Hot!)
Got racks, ain't talkin' (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no Lego (Woo!)
Hit a and a fiendin' nigga got it
I keep hottie, just look at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty in that King of Diamonds
Sorry, just part of my hobby (Swoop!)
And I hear 'em feelin' my Florida swagger, so dope, shit, I sold copies
ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna play some hockey
I'm nigga in fact (In fact), paper tall as Shaq (Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your local rack

Got goin' so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm on the phone
Spendin' when your money is long
Real niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a dollars worth strong
When the club to hear this song

We got racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on

Got racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on racks on
Nigga, I ain't tryna hold back