Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

Got campaign going so
Getting brain while I'm on the phone
money when ya moneys this long
Real street niggas no clone
We at the top we belong
Spread rozay patrone
Smoking on thousand worth of strong
When the outta here its on

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

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

(Wiz Khalifa)

Racks on, off
See that blonde strip my hats off
at my rollie, bout 30 grams what that cost,
Smoke like I'm in Cali, f-ck, take a flight, i'll off,
Niggas tattoos, we should have a tat off,
Got on racks on racks, naps 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 life no more I 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 f-ck a young nigga, a young nigga,
I know theres some girls in the crowd right now who wanna f-ck a nigga, ya
I roll one and roll one bigger, niggas thinking they sick well I'm sicker,
ima smoke my weed, and ima drink my
Better make you f-ck your girl right before I dick her.... down,

Y'all know I keep racks
I counting them stacks
Ya girl won't leave me
f-ck now she attached
Flow hot don't need no
work don't pay no tax
I'm up to the max
even know how to relax
I drank so much that
Had to up on a bean
Got all in my jeans
Man out the seams
Got kush all in my
Get High like cheech and
800 a zone I ain't blowin 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
bitch I'm not a
I'm foreign cars
Strapped up no