Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

YC!
(What you got?) Racks on racks on
(He got) on racks 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 on racks

Got campaign goin' so
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the
Spendin' money when your is long
street niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top we belong
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)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Got racks on racks on

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

YC

fresh, yeah, and in my Trues
Iced out, okay,
Trapped up, know I keep tool
That racks on racks so ma'fuckin'
All around the globe, on TV
you look, you see YC
Hatin'-ass just wishin' they were me
YC, YC, YC
Way too big for my ma'fuckin'
I'm so fly I even got wings
Eyes real low, just it on the green
Girl cut up, got on lean
That shoebox shit, with
She put it on the rack, notice it
My bank 'count, all over it
Racks on racks on

Jeezy

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

Wiz

on, racks off, see that blonde stripper, my hat's off
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand that cost
like I'm in Cali, fuck takin' flight, I blast off
Niggas talkin' tattooes, we should a tat-off
Got racks on racks on racks, naps on naps on
made a mill, count another 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 guess that's why all of niggas get bent
They said "Fuck a young nigga, a young nigga"
I know it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a nigga
I one and roll another one bigger
Niggas thinkin' sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma my liquor
Better make sure you fuck your girl 'fore I dick her

Waka Flame

(Flocka!)
I got racks on top of racks (Uh!), 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 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 racks you don't (Uh-huh)
Money long from here to (Uh-huh)
Know it when she go no hands
Girl, you got me in a

Got goin' so strong
brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your money is
street 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 hear this

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

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

The Prynce

Got racks on racks on racks, y'all rap so on wax
Purple by the pound, that's Flacco, haaaa
I make big plays, I got big
money like six Crips
Switch like stick shifts
Fresh as hell, no Big
We buy cars, flip whips
Catch us that quick trip
Pitch piff, a handspring
I to call that a quick flip
Pull triggers hamstrings
Boy, I'm doin' my damn
Baby blood with bricks, pimp
Get off a key I can't sing
Got the on me like big jersey
Ridin' round, and bitch dirty
I'm the best, down
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 king
In the candy-painted car on
With the top on and the trunk on pop
Boy, you tell me a damn thang
Fifth wheel on the just hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
With the in the front, wood wheel in the blunts
on neon lights in my bank
Yeah, I rep P-A-T
One hundred, yeah, me
If you recognize, you gon' see
I'm a straight-up OG
In a
Cadillac, like a Mack on
Try to jack and I attack
It's a fact that I ain't givin' up my like that

B.o.B

Call me Bobby Ray, but it's not two
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 flyin' on the with a turban
But I'm fly, y'all just turbulence, 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 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, scales on top of
I'm Mr. All White, got yell' on top of
Got pills all on my phone, these niggas I'm wrong
Said 50 for a song, and won't leave me 'lone
Gotta front me a brick, that ain't to you
Just ran through a ticket, ain't nothin' to do
Yeah, I love these streets like I love the
Mr. Music, I'm 100 proof
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 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
Drink lean, rose,
Smokin' on a dollars worth strong
the club 'bout to hear this song

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

Got racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on
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, call you a cab
Yeah, ridin' around wit' that reefer scent, ridin' with Ms. Reece and them
When I'm in the groove, I can freak a tune, I'm smoother than alopecia
I shows out, like when I put that flow down
soap when I put my clothes on, I'm jokin', but I be Foamed out
And all she want is more bags, but all I is more 1s
I her "Bring that money back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's

Gunz

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

Got Activist in my Sprite, Benjamins in my
Frank Muller 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 like Friday
Puffin' on garlic, sick off all the Marley
up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket
Shout out to Sha Money, signed me in a
was a kingpin, a couple milli buried
Nigga, you ain't talkin' nothin', all in Flight Corps
exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans
No, you can't afford 'em, sharper than a
Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC like my

Mo

Catch me in the city with the on crack
Top down, black on black
Fistful of wood, twisted for the
my bank account, got racks on racks
Look around, fool, got a wall of plaques
Platinum and gold, you gots to love
Posted up just like a
Better ya ho, 'cause she bound to get snatched
H-Town, to ATL
She got a fat ass, she know me well
Keep it on the low, kiss and tell
player, Cory Mo cold as hell
Shows to do, got to sell
Got a lotta BMI checks in the mail
If ballin' was a crime, I'd be in
Locked up for double like "What the hell?"

Got campaign goin' so
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
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 on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (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 even tryna back

Yeah, call me Country Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm crimson color painted, you can call 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 only in it for the
The sky is limit, mayne, and mine somewhere 'bout Mars
I ride wit' them boys in the 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 better watch it, mayne, right we lock and load
Two things is for certain, mayne, and one is fa sho'
Got a on hundred acres, I've never seen my neighbors
A chick in ATL and from 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 wanna hate because I'm on, blowin' head back, by the zone
Twista get up on the track and spit it the way I do simp-a-ly because I like this song
I step up out the Maserati car, gotta pull it, pull it, pull it, pull it from the jar
Then I blow, I'ma close out the par', wit' some killers and know who we are
Get Money Gang steppin' through the do', Chi-cago, cago,
Anybody wanna get into it, come on and do it, for security, we gon' 'em pull the flo'
Might as well get it off yo' chest, everybody got ammunition on deck
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 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, fill 'em up holes
If you try to give it to me at the door, I just thought I had to let you

Big

(I bet bitch call me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', married lyin'
I 'em to the crib and leave our future in a condom
I wake up fresher than motherfuckers as is
Look my closet, that shit look like it's Raks Fifth
Man, that's racks on racks on racks on top of packs on top of
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 her Dickface, she called her connect
(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 if you wondered where 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)
King of the club, I bet you top (Top)
niggas hate the fact I get guap (Guap)
Or the when the money go up, it won't 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' like a blunt (Blunt)
No to trip, you can tell 'em that I'm cool as hell (Cool as hell)
'Cause it's the case I know the pack of pumas (Pumas well)
I'm a blood motherfucker, that dude'll (Dude'll tell)
Got 47 the old-school as well (School as well)
I got lights on my wrist flash like cop (Cops)
Couple of foreign cars that I no top (Tops)
Couple of that I ride like yachts (Yachts)
A of haters lookin', I'm knowin' them niggas hot (Hot)
And tell 'em that I don't give a
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!)
a cup, and it's full of that liq' (Hot!)
Got racks, ain't 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 that of Diamonds
Sorry, just part of my hobby (Swoop!)
And I hear 'em feelin' my swagger, so dope, shit, I sold y'all copies
That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna 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' brain I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' money when your is long
Real street niggas, ain't no
We at the top we belong
Drink lean, rose,
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)
Racks on on racks (Racks)
Got racks on racks on

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