Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

Got campaign going so
brain while I'm talking on the phone
Spend when ya moneys this long
Real street niggas ain't no
We at the top we belong
Spread rozay patrone
Smoking on thousand worth of strong
When the club here its on

Got on racks on racks
Racks on racks on
Racks on on racks
Got on racks on racks
Got on racks on racks
on racks on racks
Racks on on racks
Nigga hating me even tryna hold back

Got a outta my garage
Got a down in the stars
I'm geaked up off bars
Got a car I don't gotta park
No push button start
She ain't a dime I won't get
Got that need a green card
Say dawg but I don't even gotta bark
Got swag that bite like
One hit I'ma it out the park
Trap beating so goddamn
Got Kush, Got Lean, Got
got hard as scale
Got bricks need no scale
I'm plugged in with the
I'm part of the
Got rerock ain't no
6 two for a nin
fuck it all up on jeans
I'ma true religion
Got in the pockets of my jeans
a kickstand way I lean
Promethazine
Stamped on and lean

(Wiz Khalifa)

Racks on, off
See that strip when my hats off
Looking at my rollie, bout 30 what that cost,
Smoke like I'm in Cali, f-ck, a flight, i'll blast off,
talkin tattoos, we should have a tat off,
Got racks on racks on racks, on naps on naps,
Just a mill, count another mill so put that on top of that,
Way back in 2004 I told them it was a
Now my life aint my no more I told you niggas its a wrap, eww
You you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet
We can't even unless you cut the check,
I thats 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 another one bigger, niggas thinking sick well I'm sicker,
ima smoke my weed, and ima drink my
Better make sure you f-ck your right before I dick her.... down,

Y'all know I keep them
I counting them stacks
Ya girl won't leave me
Wanna f-ck now she
hot don't need no match
Sell don't pay no tax
I'm up to the max
Don't even how to relax
I drank so much lean
Had to up on a bean
Got all in my jeans
Man busting out the
Got all in my lungs
Get High like and chong
800 a zone I blowin unless it strong
hell on my iphone
Catch mine and I'm gone
The girl won't
I can not her home
I'm on them bars
I'm not a star
I'm driving cars
up no bodyguards