Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

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

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

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

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

YC

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

Young

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

Wiz

Racks on, off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's off
at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what that cost
Smoke like I'm in Cali, takin' 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 another mill, so put on top of that
Way in 2004, I told 'em it was a wrap
Now my life ain't my life no more, I told you, nigga, a wrap
Oooh, you you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet
We even talk 'less you got the check, I guess that's why all of these niggas get bent
said "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga"
I know some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a young nigga
I roll one and roll another one
Niggas they sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my weed and drink my liquor
Better make sure you fuck your girl right 'fore I her

Waka Flocka

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

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm on the phone
Spendin' when your money is long
street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth
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 racks on (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on
Nigga, I ain't even tryna hold

Cyhi The

Got racks on racks on racks, rap so wack on wax
by the pound, that's that Flacco, haaaa
I big plays, I got big chips
Blue money like six
Switch gears like stick
as hell, no Big Kipp
We buy cars, y'all flip
us smokin' that quick trip
Pitch piff, that's a
I to call that 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 on me like big jersey
Ridin' round, and this bitch
I'm the best, hands
They me 6:30
I'm wit' Young and YC
Readell Road, my street
Ask around on the
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 thang
Fifth wheel on the back just
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
the grill in the front, wood wheel in the blunts
You're on neon lights in my
Yeah, I rep P-A-T
One hundred, yeah, me
If you don't recognize, you see
I'm a straight-up OG
In a
Cadillac, a Mack on clacks
Try to jack and I attack
It's a fact I ain't givin' up my stacks like that

B.o.B

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

Yo

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

Got goin' so strong
Gettin' brain I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your is long
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 this song

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

Racks on racks on racks, I'm tryna smash and not call
My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, call you a cab
Yeah, ridin' around that reefer scent, ridin' around with Ms. Reece and them
When I'm in the groove, I can freak a tune, I'm smoother than alopecia
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 that money back" like all racks is Nordstrom's

Cory

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from of my slacks
the X to the MACs in the Ac, if I ain't 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 hoes, got racks on 'em like tight hoes
Money, Cash Money so strong, keep scorin', I'ma bring it on home
Those Xans and the lean cause zones, somethin' tan with a mean
Worldwide, but I got fourth ways, one hat carry like blades
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 the twin, buck a shimmy with the gauge
Wasn't bustin' Jimmy, I'd be busy gettin'
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 got my brightness
In the fast lane, gettin' slow brain in a Maserati
I'm kickin', pimpin', Liu Kang, my coupe 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 milli
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
Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC my brother

Mo

Catch me in the city with the on crack
Top down, black on black
of wood, twisted for the good
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 ya ho, 'cause 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, Cory Mo cold as
to do, got records to sell
Got a whole lotta BMI checks in the
If was a crime, I'd be in jail
Locked up for life like "What the hell?"

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is
Real niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars strong
When the club 'bout to 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 racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Racks on racks on
Nigga, I ain't even tryna back

Yeah, they me Country Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm crimson painted, you can call that Alabama
I'm not from Alabama, but out how I roll tide
He might have the same whip, but check out how I mine
Y'all niggas no stars, y'all only in it for the cars
The sky is your limit, mayne, and somewhere 'bout Mars
I ride wit' boys in the middle of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down to the Dirty, back up the trap
But the money don't stack, man, money
Yeah, y'all watch it, mayne, right here we lock and load
Two things is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa
Got a house on hundred acres, I've never 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 mama talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!"
Tell the truth, I gon' lie, I got so many rides
know which one I'ma drive, fuck it, I'm just gon' fly

Everybody wanna hate because I'm on, head back, bottles by the zone
Twista finna get up on the track and it the way I do simp-a-ly because 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, 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' make 'em the flo'
as well 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 salute you if you could get at the general in my
Racks and racks and tracks and and gats, I could destroy an entire village when I kill and bury
'Cause I manipulate molecular structure, other words, fill 'em up wit' holes
If you try to it to me at the door, I just thought I had to let you know

Big

(I bet your bitch me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', married lyin'
I take 'em to the and leave our future in a condom
I wake up fresher these motherfuckers as is
Look inside my closet, shit look like it's Raks Fifth
Man, that's racks on racks on racks on top of 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 to this Benjamin Franklin 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 her connect
(Called her connect) You call her
I call to collect, no for a pet
If I throw this paper, yo' bitch fetch
(Do it!)
And the track be aight as long as we got me
(I do it)

I'm the if you wondered where I'm at (Where I'm at)
In the back of a that's all black (All black)
Racks on racks, I know how to act (Act)
Track and field with the birds, I'm runnin' 'em 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 fact I get (Guap)
Or the fact when the money go up, it stop (Boy!)
I'm in the club, tryna 'em how to stunt (Stunt)
Tryna pick up what I'm throw, it prolly take about a (Month)
The club underwater, have 'em 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)
'Cause it's the case I the pack of pumas well (Pumas well)
I'm a blood motherfucker, that dude'll (Dude'll tell)
Got 47 'neath the old-school as (School as well)
I got on my wrist that'll flash like cop (Cops)
Couple of foreign that I ride no top (Tops)
of whi-whips that I ride like yachts (Yachts)
A couple of lookin', I'm knowin' them niggas hot (Hot)
And tell 'em that I don't a damn
as a motherfucker, tell 'em I was HAM
Call it what you want, do it for the fam
Yeah, that's the type of that I am

Ace

Okay, I'm back off into bitch (This bitch!)
Wit' a cup, and it's full of that (Hot!)
Got racks, talkin' tits (Ew-way!)
Big stacks, no Lego (Woo!)
Hit a trick and a nigga got it
I keep that hottie, just at her body (Hey!)
Blew twenty bands in King of Diamonds
Sorry, that's just part of my (Swoop!)
And I hear 'em feelin' my Florida swagger, so dope, shit, I sold y'all
That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna 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 Walmart

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

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