Luyện nghe bài hát Racked Up Shawty

MMG
All my strapped up and racked out
It's a lifestyle

up shawty, racked up shawty
All these call me racked up shawty
Racked up shawty, racked up
And all these bitches call me racked up

Racks all on my wrist, racks all on my
I spend racks all on my bitch, look at racks all on my check
Nigga I'm racked up and I'm out, fuck a bitch 'til she tap out
Fuck a bitch then I pass out, and my pockets on J.
'Cause I ball hard, I'm swagged out, all black, south
Y'all niggas just speak shit and I live that I rap 'bout
'Cause these racks came from my crackhouse, dirty money like
Hammers niggas ain't ever seen, got 30 off in 50
Now tell them hoes that I'm busy, tell them hoes that I'm
I fucking ain't answered once now why does ho keep callin'?
Y'all niggas be fraudin', like y'all got it
shit you call your stash nigga that's racks off of my pocket

Racked up shawty, up shawty
All these bitches call me up shawty
up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these bitches call me racked up

My shoes me a rack (nice), my outfit off the rack (nice)
My presidential Rollie, I'm that Barack (shit)
Damn I meant Barrack (shit), too Ciroc (shit)
Won't catch me in that passenger, and word to Pac (damn)
That's word to B.I.G. (damn), rest in to the legends (yeah)
We kill niggas for acting, in peace to them legends (yeah)
Catch me in that Aston, I'm "wassup?" asking
They behind my bitch's back, they must've seen her ass then
H town like the Astros, scorecard her ass 10
Pop pills no Aspirin, a ski slope in Aspen
going down, going down, no I brought my ski racks
Niggas know my cold so I don't ride I ski tracks

Racked up shawty, racked up
All these bitches me racked up shawty
up shawty, racked up shawty
And all these call me racked up shawty

Racked up I'm racked out, black Ferrari out
Black Friday black mac, popping black jack
Bitch I'm than fish grease, made 250 this week
bitch, all in her, balling bitch sportscenter
Ass fat can't sit straight, like griff blake
Chain blue and white State, touring off a mixtape
Racked up shawty, 'bout 40
Came in with one bitch, out with four
my homie Meek Mill, shout my homie Fabo
Know the crib a mill', and I ain't trynna brag ho
That Coke Boy, that Maybach, Bad Boy gotta stay strapped
That Ghost, fuck that Maybach, baddest say that's that

Racked up shawty, up shawty
All these bitches call me racked up
Racked up shawty, racked up
And all these bitches me racked up shawty