Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

Got campaign so strong
Getting while I'm talking on the phone
Spend money when ya moneys long
street niggas ain't no clone
We at the top where we
Spread rozay patrone
Smoking on thousand dollar worth of
When the club here its on

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

Got a crawl my garage
Got a down in the stars
I'm up off them bars
Got a car I even gotta park
No keys push button
She ain't a dime I get hard
Got that need a green card
Say I'ma dawg but I don't gotta bark
Got that bite like sharks
One hit I'ma knock it out the
Trap beating so hard
Got Kush, Got Lean, Got
got hard as scale
Got bricks don't no scale
I'm plugged in the mail
I'm of the cartel
Got rerock ain't no
6 two for a nin
fuck it all up on jeans
I'ma religion fiend'
Got bands in the of my jeans
Need a kickstand way I
Promethazine
on sprite and lean

(Wiz Khalifa)

Racks on, off
See blonde strip when 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 tattoos, we should have a tat off,
Got racks on on racks, naps on naps on naps,
Just made a mill, another mill so put that on top of that,
Way back in 2004 I them it was a wrap
Now my life aint my life no I told you niggas its a wrap, eww
You you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet
We can't talk unless you cut the check,
I guess why all these niggas get mad
They say f-ck a young nigga, f-ck a nigga,
I know theres girls in the crowd right now who wanna 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 f-ck your right before I dick her.... down,

Y'all know I keep racks
I stay counting stacks
Ya girl won't leave me
Wanna f-ck now she
Flow hot don't no match
work don't pay no tax
I'm up to the max
Don't even know how to
I drank so much lean
Had to wake up on a
Got all in my jeans
Man busting out the
Got kush all in my
Get like cheech and chong
800 a zone I ain't blowin unless it
Catch on my iphone
mine and then I'm gone
The girl won't
I can not take her
I'm gone on them
I'm not a star
I'm driving cars
Strapped up no