Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

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

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

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

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

YC

fresh, yeah, and in my Trues
Iced out, okay,
Trapped up, know I keep that
That on racks so ma'fuckin' fool
All the globe, bein' on TV
you look, you see YC
Hatin'-ass just wishin' they were me
YC, YC, YC
Way too big for my jeans
I'm so fly I don't even got
Eyes real low, just it on the green
Girl cut up, got on lean
That shit, over with
She put it on the rack, notice it
My bank 'count, commas all it
Racks on racks on

Young

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

Wiz

Racks on, racks off, see that stripper, my hat's off
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout grand what that cost
Smoke I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off
Niggas tattooes, we should have a tat-off
Got on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps
Just made a mill, another mill, so put that on top of that
Way in 2004, I told 'em it was a wrap
Now my life my life no more, I told 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 guess that's why all of these get bent
They said "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a nigga"
I know it's some girls in the 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 weed and drink my liquor
Better make sure you fuck your girl 'fore I dick her

Waka Flame

(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 do papers (Flex!), that 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 she hear music (Grove Street!)
She got "Grove St." on (Flocka!)
Got you don't understand (Uh-huh)
Money long from to Japan (Uh-huh)
it good when she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a

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

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

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

Cyhi The

Got racks on racks on racks, y'all rap so on wax
Purple by the pound, that's Flacco, haaaa
I big plays, I got big chips
money like six Crips
Switch gears stick shifts
as hell, no Big Kipp
We buy cars, y'all flip
us smokin' that quick trip
Pitch piff, a handspring
I like to call a quick flip
Pull triggers hamstrings
Boy, I'm my damn thing
Baby blood them bricks, pimp
Get off a key like I can't
Got the seven on me like big
Ridin' round, and this bitch
I'm the best, hands
They nicknamed me
I'm Young Dose and YC
Readell Road, that's my
Ask around on the
I'm the

Bun B

Bun B, I'm underground
In the candy-painted car on
the top on drop and the trunk on pop
Boy, you can't tell me a damn
wheel on the back just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
With the grill in the front, wheel in the blunts
You're on neon in my bank
Yeah, I rep P-A-T
One hundred, yeah, me
If you recognize, you gon' see
I'm a trill OG
In a
Cadillac, like a Mack on
Try to and I will attack
It's a that I ain't givin' up my stacks like that

B.o.B

Call me Bobby Ray, but it's not two
through the city, all-black, Bruce Wayne
No, not over Baghdad
But on the track, you can me Hussein
That's why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm flyin' on the plane a turban
But I'm fly, y'all just turbulence, row, emergency (Mayday!)
As a kid, I was struck by lightning, it's no wonder I'm
a brainstorm, I'll fuck around and cause a power outage
And it ain't no rivals, if it was, 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 yell' on top of
Got pills all on my phone, these know I'm wrong
Said 50 for a song, and they won't me 'lone
Gotta front me a brick, that ain't to you
Just ran through a ticket, there nothin' to do
Yeah, I love these streets like I love the
Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100
Got on white on white, ice on ice on ice
And when I'm in the club it like lights on lights on lights

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

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

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

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

Gunz

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks 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, he clap on 'em like bravo
Throw sacks on 'em like y'all hoes, got on 'em like tight hoes
Young Money, Cash Money so strong, keep scorin', I'ma it on home
Xans and the lean cause zones, somethin' tan with a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry like four
Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money since like fourth grade
I'm the shit nowadays, so they wave, no whips, no chains, I'm a
Let you niggas know my gang, MCN if you was thinkin' it's a game
See me with the twin, buck a with the gauge
bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy gettin' paid
Goin' for the grips day 'til the grave
I be worried chips, you be worried about the Lay's

Got in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins
Muller wit' flooded ice, but I still got my brightness
In the fast lane, gettin' slow in a 2012 Maserati
I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my coupe smokin' like
on that garlic, sick 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 couple milli
Nigga, you ain't nothin', all in Flight Corps stuntin'
exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans
No, you can't afford 'em, sharper a swordsman
Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC like my

Mo

Catch me in the with the trunk on crack
Top dropped down, on black
Fistful of wood, for the good
Check my account, got racks on racks
around, fool, got a wall full of plaques
Platinum and gold, you gots to that
Posted up like a thumbtack
hide ya ho, 'cause she bound to get snatched
H-Town, to ATL
She got a fat ass, she know me well
it on the low, never kiss and tell
True player, Mo cold as hell
Shows to do, got to sell
Got a whole BMI checks in the mail
If ballin' was a crime, I'd be in
up for double life like "What the hell?"

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

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

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

Yeah, they me Country Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm color painted, you can call that Alabama
I'm not Alabama, but check out how I roll tide
He might have the same whip, but check out how I mine
Y'all niggas ain't no stars, y'all only in it for the
The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine 'bout Mars
I ride wit' them boys in the of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down to the Dirty, up through the trap
But the don't stack, man, money overlap
Yeah, y'all better watch it, mayne, right we lock and load
Two things is for certain, mayne, and one is fa sho'
Got a house on hundred acres, I've seen my neighbors
A chick in ATL and from to Decatur
Now y'all leave me alone, got license for my chrome
Don't lease or your mama 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 wanna hate because I'm on, blowin' 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 this
When I step up out the Maserati car, gotta pull it, pull it, it, pull it from the jar
I blow, I'ma close out the par', wit' some killers and everybody know who we are
Get Gang steppin' through the do', Chi-cago, cago, cago
Anybody wanna get into it, come on and do it, for security, we gon' 'em pull the flo'
as well get it off yo' chest, while everybody got ammunition on deck
I see them T-Dum-Izzle as a threat, 'cause I got racks on racks on racks
Oh, Twista, I see your future, finna shoot ya, I salute you if you could get at the in my military
Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I could destroy an entire village when I kill and
'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', bitches lyin'
I 'em to the crib and leave our future in a condom
I wake up fresher than these as is
Look inside my closet, that look like it's Raks Fifth
Man, racks on racks 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 Franklin
You buy her a house, I won't buy her a vowel, you fell in love, and I fell in her
They called her Dickface, she her connect
(Called her connect) You call her
I call to collect, no for a pet
If I throw this paper, yo' gon' fetch
(Do it!)
And the track gon' be aight as 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 don't how to act (Act)
Track and field with the birds, I'm 'em like track (Track)
throws of money, bet you can't blind (Blind)
King of the club, I bet you top (Top)
Bitch niggas the fact I get guap (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 club underwater, have 'em runnin' out the
While I'm in the back, gettin' blowed like a blunt (Blunt)
No need to trip, you can tell 'em I'm cool as hell (Cool as hell)
it's the case I know the pack of pumas well (Pumas well)
I'm a blood motherfucker, dude'll tell (Dude'll tell)
Got 47 the old-school as well (School as well)
I got lights on my wrist that'll like cop (Cops)
Couple of foreign cars that I no top (Tops)
Couple of that I ride like yachts (Yachts)
A couple of haters lookin', I'm them niggas hot (Hot)
And tell 'em I don't give a damn
as a motherfucker, tell 'em I was HAM
Call it what you want, do it for the fam
Yeah, that's the of nigga that I am

Ace

Okay, I'm back off into this (This bitch!)
Wit' a cup, and it's full of liq' (Hot!)
Got racks, talkin' tits (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no Lego (Woo!)
Hit a and a fiendin' nigga got it
I keep that hottie, just at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty bands in that King of
Sorry, that's just part of my (Swoop!)
And I hear 'em feelin' my Florida swagger, so dope, shit, I y'all copies
That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna play hockey
I'm that nigga in fact (In fact), paper as Shaq (Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your local rack

Got goin' so strong
Gettin' brain I'm talkin' on the phone
money 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 'bout to hear this song

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

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