Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

Got campaign so strong
brain while I'm talking on the phone
Spend money when ya this long
Real street niggas no clone
We at the top we belong
lean rozay patrone
Smoking on thousand dollar of strong
When the club outta its on

Got Racks on racks on
on racks on racks
Racks on racks on
Got Racks on racks on
Got Racks on racks on
on racks on racks
Racks on racks on
Nigga hating me ain't tryna hold back

Got a crawl outta my
Got a condo in the stars
I'm geaked up off bars
Got a car I don't even gotta
No push button start
She ain't a dime I get hard
Got hoes that need a green
Say dawg but I don't even gotta bark
Got swag that bite sharks
One hit I'ma it out the park
Trap beating so goddamn
Got Kush, Got Lean, Got
got hard as scale
Got bricks don't no scale
I'm plugged in with the
I'm of the cartel
Got ain't no cling
6 two for a nin
Then it all up on jeans
I'ma true religion
Got bands in the of my jeans
Need a way I lean
fiend
Stamped on sprite and

(Wiz Khalifa)

Racks on, off
See that blonde strip my hats off
Looking at my rollie, bout 30 grams that cost,
Smoke like I'm in Cali, f-ck, a flight, i'll blast off,
Niggas talkin tattoos, we should a tat off,
Got racks on racks on racks, on naps on naps,
Just made a mill, count another mill so put on top of that,
Way in 2004 I told them it was a wrap
Now my life my life no more I told you niggas its a wrap, eww
You you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet
We even talk unless you cut the check,
I guess thats why all niggas get mad
They say a young nigga, f-ck a young nigga,
I know theres some girls in the crowd right now who f-ck a young nigga, ya
I roll one and roll one bigger, niggas thinking they sick well I'm sicker,
ima my weed, and ima drink my liquor
Better make sure you your girl right before I dick her.... down,

Y'all I keep them racks
I stay them stacks
Ya girl won't me lone
f-ck now she attached
Flow hot need no match
Sell work pay no tax
I'm up to the max
Don't even know how to
I so much that lean
Had to up on a bean
Got racks all in my
Man out the seams
Got all in my lungs
Get High like cheech and
800 a zone I ain't blowin unless it
hell on my iphone
Catch and then I'm gone
The girl leave
I can not her home
I'm gone on them
bitch I'm not a
I'm driving cars
Strapped up no