Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

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

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

Got a crawl my garage
Got a condo down in the
I'm geaked up off them
Got a car I even gotta park
No keys push button
She a dime I won't get hard
Got hoes that need a card
Say I'ma dawg but I don't even bark
Got that bite like sharks
One hit knock it out the park
Trap beating so goddamn
Got Kush, Got Lean, Got
got remix as scale
Got bricks don't no scale
I'm plugged in the mail
I'm part of the
Got rerock no cling
6 two for a nin
fuck it all up on jeans
I'ma true fiend'
Got bands in the pockets of my
a kickstand 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 what cost,
Smoke I'm in Cali, f-ck, take a flight, i'll blast off,
Niggas tattoos, we should 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 life no more I 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 nigga, f-ck a young nigga,
I know theres some girls in the crowd right now who f-ck a young nigga, ya
I roll one and another one bigger, niggas thinking they sick well I'm sicker,
ima smoke my weed, and ima my liquor
Better make sure you f-ck your girl right I dick her.... down,

Y'all I keep them racks
I stay counting stacks
Ya girl won't me lone
f-ck now she attached
Flow hot don't need no
work 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 like cheech and chong
800 a zone I ain't blowin it strong
Catch 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 foreign
up no bodyguards