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 racks on
(They got) Racks on on racks

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

We got on racks 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)
on racks on racks
Nigga, I ain't tryna hold back

YC

fresh, yeah, and in my Trues
Iced out, okay,
Trapped up, know I keep that
That racks on racks so 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 got wings
Eyes low, just blame it on the green
Girl cut up, got lean on
That shit, over with
She put it on the rack, notice it
My 'count, commas all over it
Racks on on racks

Young

Young, if it's convertible, then how is it a
Bitch, I hit one button, my roof like a hard spot
Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my was hard knock
Had so much kush and Ciroc, bitch, I think my heart
Every night's a weekend, day's a Friday night
You ain't seen nothin' yet, bitch, just my Friday ice
'87, brick fare, yeah, I'm talkin' thirty
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, 'bout thirty 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 on racks, naps on naps on naps
Just made a mill, count another mill, so put that on top of
Way back in 2004, I '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 you got the check, I guess that's why all of these niggas get bent
They said "Fuck a young nigga, a young nigga"
I know it's some girls in the crowd now who wanna fuck a young nigga
I roll one and another one bigger
Niggas they sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma drink my
Better make sure you your girl right 'fore I dick her

Waka Flocka

(Flocka!)
I got racks on top of (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!)
Bands on top of bands (Uh!), got me her (Uh!) and her friends (Flocka!)
Bad boys don't do papers (Flex!), that was for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!)
(Clap, clap, go, go, go, go, go, Flocka!) two times if you druuuunk
Got a bad from 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 here to (Uh-huh)
Know it good she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a

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

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

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

The Prynce

Got racks on 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 like stick
as hell, no Big Kipp
We buy cars, y'all flip
Catch us smokin' that quick
Pitch piff, a handspring
I like to that a quick flip
Pull like hamstrings
Boy, I'm my damn thing
Baby blood with them bricks,
Get off a key I can't sing
Got the on me like big jersey
Ridin' round, and bitch dirty
I'm the best, hands
They nicknamed me
I'm wit' Young and YC
Readell Road, that's my
Ask on the Eastside
I'm the

Bun B

Bun B, I'm king
In the car on swang
the top on drop and the trunk on pop
Boy, you can't tell me a damn
Fifth wheel on the just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
With the in the front, wood wheel in the blunts
You're on lights in my bank
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 Mack on
Try to and I will attack
It's a fact that I ain't up my stacks like that

B.o.B

Call me Bobby Ray, but not two names
Flyin' the city, all-black, Bruce 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 just turbulence, exit row, (Mayday!)
As a kid, I was struck by lightning, no wonder I'm electrifying
a brainstorm, I'll fuck around and cause a power outage
And it ain't no rivals, if it was, it'd be no
Just gimme a hour, I'll it up like an Eiffel 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, niggas know I'm wrong
Said 50 for a song, and they leave me 'lone
Gotta front me a brick, ain't nothin' to you
ran through a ticket, there ain't nothin' to do
Yeah, I love these streets like I the booth
Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100
Got white on on white, ice on ice on ice
And when I'm in the club it like lights on lights on lights

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

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

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

Racks on racks on racks, I'm smash and not call back
My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, might you a cab
Yeah, ridin' around wit' reefer scent, ridin' 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 I put my clothes on, I'm jokin', but I be Foamed out
And all she want is more bags, but all I want is 1s
I told her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is

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 Tae Bo, then he clap on 'em like bravo
Throw sacks on 'em like y'all hoes, got racks on 'em like tight
Young Money, Cash Money so strong, scorin', I'ma bring it on home
Those Xans and the cause zones, somethin' tan with a mean jawbone
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry like blades
Petey Pop Off, RIP, free Lou, been lootin' money since like fourth
I'm the shit nowadays, so they wave, no whips, no chains, I'm a
Let you niggas know Milita my gang, MCN if you was it's a game
See me with the twin, buck a shimmy with the
Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be gettin' paid
Goin' for the grips every day the grave
I be about chips, you be worried about the Lay's

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

Mo

Catch me in the city the trunk on crack
Top dropped down, on black
Fistful of wood, twisted for the
Check my bank account, got on racks
around, fool, got a wall full of plaques
Platinum and gold, you to love that
Posted up like a thumbtack
Better hide ya ho, she bound to get snatched
H-Town, to ATL
She got a fat ass, she prolly know me
Keep it on the low, kiss and tell
True player, Mo cold as hell
Shows to do, got records to
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
Gettin' brain when I'm on the phone
Spendin' money your money is long
street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top we belong
Drink lean, rose,
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth
the club 'bout to hear this song

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

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

Yeah, call me Country Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm crimson painted, you can call that Alabama
I'm not Alabama, but check out how I roll tide
He have the same whip, but check out how I roll mine
Y'all niggas ain't no stars, y'all in it for the cars
The sky is your limit, mayne, and somewhere 'bout Mars
I ride them 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 lock and
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 better me alone, got license for my chrome
Don't lease or your phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!"
Tell the truth, I ain't lie, I got so many rides
Don't know which one drive, fuck it, I'm just 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 I like this song
When I step up out the car, gotta pull it, pull 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' through the do', Chi-cago, cago,
Anybody get into it, come on and do it, for security, we gon' make 'em pull the flo'
Might as well get it off yo' chest, while everybody got ammunition on
I don't see T-Dum-Izzle as a threat, 'cause I got racks on racks on racks
Oh, Twista, I see your future, finna ya, I salute you if you could get at the general in my military
Racks and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I could destroy an entire when I kill and bury
'Cause I your molecular structure, other words, fill '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 bitches tryin', married bitches lyin'
I 'em to the crib and leave our future in a condom
I wake up fresher than motherfuckers as is
inside my closet, that shit look like it's Raks Fifth
Man, racks on racks on racks on top of packs on top of pounds
My is pow on pow on pow, I'm off them trees, no eye, no ow
I'm at the altar sayin' my vows to Benjamin Franklin power
You buy her a house, I buy her a vowel, you fell 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 this paper, yo' bitch 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 know how to act (Act)
Track and field the birds, I'm runnin' 'em like track (Track)
Free of money, bet you can't blind (Blind)
of the club, I bet you can't top (Top)
Bitch niggas hate the I get guap (Guap)
Or the fact when the go up, it won't stop (Boy!)
I'm in the club, tryna show 'em how to (Stunt)
Tryna pick up what I'm throw, it prolly about a month (Month)
The club underwater, have 'em runnin' out the
While I'm somewhere in the back, gettin' blowed a blunt (Blunt)
No need to trip, you can tell 'em that I'm as hell (Cool as hell)
'Cause it's the I know the pack of pumas well (Pumas well)
I'm a motherfucker, that 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 I ride no top (Tops)
Couple of whi-whips that I like yachts (Yachts)
A of haters lookin', I'm knowin' them niggas hot (Hot)
And tell 'em I don't give a damn
as a motherfucker, tell 'em I was HAM
Call it you want, I'ma 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 of that liq' (Hot!)
Got racks, talkin' tits (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no bricks (Woo!)
Hit a and a fiendin' nigga got it
I that hottie, just look at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty bands in King of Diamonds
Sorry, that's just part of my (Swoop!)
And I hear 'em my Florida swagger, so dope, shit, I sold y'all copies
That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now wanna play some hockey
I'm that nigga in (In fact), paper tall as Shaq (Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your local rack

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is
Real street niggas, ain't no
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)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on

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