Luyện nghe bài hát Racks On Racks

YC!
(What you got?) Racks on on racks
(He got) Racks on on racks
(We got) Racks on racks on
(Leggo)
(Hey) We got on racks on racks
(She got) Racks on on racks
(They got) Racks on racks on

Got campaign so strong
brain when I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' when your money is long
Real niggas, ain't no clone
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 racks on (Racks)
on racks on racks (Racks)
Racks on racks on (Racks)
Got racks on racks on

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

YC

Still fresh, yeah, and in my
out, okay, cool
Trapped up, I keep that tool
That racks on so ma'fuckin' fool
All the globe, bein' 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 blame it on the
Girl cut up, got lean on
That shoebox shit, with
She put it on the rack, notice it
My bank 'count, all over it
Racks on on racks

Jeezy

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

Wiz

Racks on, racks off, see blonde stripper, my hat's off
Lookin' at my Rollie, 'bout thirty grand what cost
Smoke like I'm in Cali, fuck flight, I blast off
Niggas talkin' tattooes, we have 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 'em it was a wrap
Now my ain't my life no more, I told you, nigga, it's a wrap
Oooh, you you a dog, my nigga, I'm the vet
We can't even 'less you got the check, I guess that's why all of these niggas get bent
They "Fuck a young nigga, fuck a young nigga"
I know it's some girls in the crowd right now who wanna fuck a nigga
I roll one and roll one bigger
Niggas they sick, well, I'm sicker
I'ma smoke my weed and I'ma my liquor
Better make sure you your girl right 'fore I dick her

Waka Flocka

(Flocka!)
I got racks on top of (Uh!), stacks on top of stacks (Uh!)
Bands on top of bands (Uh!), got me her (Uh!) and her friends (Flocka!)
Bad don't do papers (Flex!), that was just for (Flex!) my haters (Clap!)
(Clap, clap, go, go, go, go, go, Flocka!) Clap two times if you
Got a bad from the U.K. (Okay!)
She do I say (Okay!)
Go when she hear music (Grove Street!)
She got "Grove St." on (Flocka!)
Got racks you don't (Uh-huh)
Money long from to Japan (Uh-huh)
Know it good 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 money is long
Real street niggas, ain't no
We at the top we belong
lean, rose, Patron
Smokin' on a thousand dollars strong
When the 'bout to hear this song

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

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

Cyhi The

Got racks on racks on racks, y'all rap so on wax
Purple by the pound, that Flacco, haaaa
I make big plays, I got big
Blue money like six
Switch gears like shifts
as hell, no Big Kipp
We buy cars, flip whips
Catch us that quick trip
Pitch piff, a handspring
I like to call that a flip
Pull triggers like
Boy, I'm doin' my thing
Baby blood them bricks, pimp
Get off a key I can't sing
Got the on me like big jersey
Ridin' round, and this bitch
I'm the best, hands
They nicknamed me
I'm wit' Dose and YC
Readell Road, my street
Ask around on the
I'm the

Bun B

Bun B, I'm underground
In the car on swang
With the top on and the trunk on pop
Boy, you can't tell me a thang
Fifth wheel on the back hang
Hit corners, hit licks, hit
the grill in the front, wood wheel in the blunts
You're on lights in my bank
Yeah, I rep that
One hundred, yeah, me
If you don't recognize, you see
I'm a trill OG
In a
Cadillac, a Mack on clacks
Try to jack and I attack
It's a fact that I givin' up my stacks like that

B.o.B

me Bobby Ray, but it's not two names
Flyin' through the city, all-black, Bruce
No, not over Baghdad
But on the track, you can call me
That's why they nervous, hmmm, like I'm flyin' on the plane a turban
But I'm fly, y'all just turbulence, exit row, (Mayday!)
As a kid, I was struck by lightning, it's no wonder I'm
a brainstorm, I'll fuck around and cause a power outage
And it ain't no rivals, if it was, be no survivors
Just gimme a hour, light it up like an Eiffel Tower

Yo

Got bills on top of bills, scales on top of
I'm Mr. All White, got yell' on top of
Got all on my phone, these niggas know I'm wrong
50 for a song, and they won't leave me 'lone
Gotta me a brick, that ain't nothin' to you
Just ran through a ticket, ain't nothin' to do
Yeah, I love these streets I love the booth
Mr. Cocaine Music, I'm 100
Got white on on white, ice on ice on ice
And when I'm in the club it look like lights on on lights

Got campaign goin' so
Gettin' brain when I'm on the phone
Spendin' when your money is long
Real street niggas, no clone
We at the top where we
Drink lean, rose,
on a thousand dollars worth strong
When the club to hear this song

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

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

Racks on racks on racks, I'm tryna smash and not call
My name Wale, you so silly, wet my willie, might you a cab
Yeah, ridin' around wit' that reefer scent, ridin' around Ms. Reece and them
I'm in the groove, I can freak a tune, I'm smoother than alopecia skin
I shows out, like dope when I put that flow
Like soap when I put my on, I'm jokin', but I be Foamed out
And all she want is more bags, but all I want is 1s
I told her "Bring that back" like all them racks is Nordstrom's

Gunz

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

Got in my Sprite, Benjamins in my Robins
Frank Muller wit' ice, but I still got my brightness
In the fast lane, gettin' slow in a 2012 Maserati
I'm kickin', pimpin', like Liu Kang, my smokin' like Friday
Puffin' on that garlic, off all the Marley
Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my
out to Sha Money, signed me in a hurry
Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli
Nigga, you ain't talkin' nothin', all in Flight Corps
exclusive 7s, pay 400 for the Jordans
No, you can't afford 'em, sharper a swordsman
Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and YC my brother

Mo

Catch me in the city the trunk on crack
Top dropped down, on black
Fistful of wood, twisted for the
Check my bank account, got on racks
around, fool, got a wall full of plaques
Platinum and gold, you to love that
Posted up just like a
Better hide ya ho, 'cause she bound to get
H-Town, to ATL
She got a fat ass, she prolly me well
Keep it on the low, kiss and tell
True player, Cory Mo as hell
Shows to do, got records to
Got a whole lotta BMI checks in the
If ballin' was a crime, I'd be in
up for double life like "What the hell?"

Got campaign so strong
Gettin' brain when I'm talkin' on the
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 worth
When the club 'bout to hear song

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

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

Yeah, they call me Grammar, my brother out the slammer
I'm crimson color painted, you can that Alabama
I'm not from Alabama, but check out how I tide
He might the same whip, but check out how I roll mine
Y'all niggas ain't no stars, y'all in it for the cars
The sky is your limit, mayne, and mine somewhere Mars
I ride them boys in the middle of the map
St. Louis, Detroit, Chi-town, Nap
Down to the Dirty, up through the trap
But the money stack, man, money overlap
Yeah, y'all better it, mayne, right here we lock and load
Two things is for certain, mayne, and one thing is fa
Got a house on hundred acres, I've seen my neighbors
A chick in ATL and from to Decatur
Now y'all better leave me alone, got for my chrome
Don't lease or your phone talkin' 'bout "Yo' baby gone!"
Tell the truth, I ain't lie, I got so many rides
Don't which one I'ma drive, fuck it, I'm just gon' fly

Everybody wanna because I'm on, blowin' head back, bottles by the zone
Twista finna get up on the track and spit it the way I do simp-a-ly 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 and everybody know who we are
Get Money steppin' through the do', Chi-cago, 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, while 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 future, finna shoot ya, I salute you if you could get at the general in my military
and racks and tracks and stacks and gats, I could destroy an entire village when I kill and bury
'Cause I manipulate molecular structure, other words, fill 'em up wit' holes
If you try to give it to me at the door, I thought I had to let you know

Big

(I bet bitch call me Big)
I got single bitches tryin', married bitches
I 'em to the crib and leave our future in a condom
I wake up fresher these motherfuckers as is
Look inside my closet, that shit look like Raks Fifth
Man, that's racks on racks on racks on top of on top of pounds
My is pow on pow on pow, I'm off them trees, no eye, no ow
I'm at the altar sayin' my vows to this Franklin power
You buy her a house, I won't buy her a vowel, you fell in love, and I fell in her
They called her Dickface, she called her
(Called her connect) You her collect
I to collect, no need for a pet
If I throw this paper, yo' bitch gon'
(Do it!)
And the track gon' be as long 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 that's all black (All black)
Racks on racks, I don't how to act (Act)
Track and field with the birds, I'm 'em like track (Track)
Free throws of money, bet you blind (Blind)
of the club, I bet you can't top (Top)
Bitch niggas hate the fact I get (Guap)
Or the fact when the go up, it won't stop (Boy!)
I'm in the club, show 'em how to stunt (Stunt)
Tryna pick up what I'm throw, it prolly take about a (Month)
The underwater, have 'em runnin' out the front
I'm somewhere in the back, gettin' blowed like a blunt (Blunt)
No need to trip, you can tell 'em that I'm cool as (Cool as hell)
'Cause it's the case I know the of pumas well (Pumas well)
I'm a blood motherfucker, that dude'll (Dude'll tell)
Got 47 'neath the as well (School as well)
I got lights on my wrist that'll like cop (Cops)
Couple of foreign that I ride no top (Tops)
Couple of whi-whips that I like yachts (Yachts)
A couple of haters lookin', I'm knowin' them hot (Hot)
And tell 'em that I don't give a
as a motherfucker, tell 'em I was HAM
Call it you want, I'ma do it for the fam
Yeah, the type of nigga that I am

Ace

Okay, I'm back off into this (This bitch!)
Wit' a cup, and it's full of liq' (Hot!)
Got racks, ain't talkin' (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 bands in that King of Diamonds
Sorry, just part of my hobby (Swoop!)
And I 'em feelin' my Florida swagger, so dope, shit, I sold y'all copies
That ice be onto my neck and wrist, now anybody wanna play some
I'm nigga in fact (In fact), paper tall as Shaq (Oh, boy!)
Blood, Sweat, and Tears, it'll be on your Walmart rack

Got campaign goin' so
Gettin' brain I'm talkin' on the phone
Spendin' when your money is long
Real niggas, ain't no clone
We at the top where we
Drink lean, rose,
Smokin' on a thousand dollars worth
When the 'bout to hear this song

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

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