Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

Got campaign so strong
Getting brain while I'm talking on the
Spend money when ya this long
Real niggas ain't no clone
We at the top we belong
Spread lean patrone
Smoking on thousand worth of strong
the club outta here its on

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

Got a crawl outta my
Got a condo in the stars
I'm geaked up off them
Got a car I even gotta park
No push button start
She a dime I won't get hard
Got hoes that need a green
Say dawg but I don't even gotta bark
Got swag that bite sharks
One hit I'ma knock it out the
Trap beating so goddamn
Got Kush, Got Lean, Got
got remix hard as
Got bricks don't need no
I'm plugged in with the
I'm of the cartel
Got rerock no cling
6 two for a nin
Then it all up on jeans
I'ma true religion
Got bands in the of my jeans
Need a way I lean
Promethazine
Stamped on and lean

(Wiz Khalifa)

Racks on, off
See that blonde when my hats off
Looking at my rollie, bout 30 grams that cost,
Smoke like I'm in Cali, f-ck, take a flight, i'll off,
Niggas talkin tattoos, we have a tat off,
Got racks on racks on racks, naps on on naps,
Just made a mill, 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 even talk 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 some 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 smoke my weed, and ima my liquor
make sure you f-ck your girl right before I dick her.... down,

Y'all know I them racks
I stay them stacks
Ya girl won't me lone
Wanna f-ck now she
hot don't need no match
Sell work pay no tax
I'm up to the max
Don't even how to relax
I so much that lean
Had to up on a bean
Got racks all in my
Man out the seams
Got all in my lungs
Get High cheech and chong
800 a zone I ain't blowin it strong
Catch hell on my
Catch mine and then I'm
The girl leave
I can not take her
I'm on them bars
I'm not a star
I'm driving foreign
up no bodyguards