Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

Got campaign going so
brain while I'm talking on the phone
Spend money when ya moneys long
street niggas ain't no clone
We at the top where we
Spread rozay patrone
Smoking on dollar worth of strong
When the club outta its on

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

Got a crawl my garage
Got a condo down in the
I'm up off them bars
Got a car I don't gotta park
No keys push button
She ain't a dime I get hard
Got hoes need a green card
Say dawg but I don't even gotta 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 need no
I'm plugged in with the
I'm of the cartel
Got rerock ain't no
6 two for a nin
Then fuck it all up on
I'ma religion fiend'
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
Looking at my rollie, bout 30 what that cost,
Smoke like I'm in Cali, f-ck, a flight, i'll blast off,
Niggas talkin tattoos, we should a tat off,
Got on racks on racks, naps on naps on naps,
Just made a mill, count another so put that on top of that,
Way back in 2004 I told them it was a
Now my aint my life no more I told 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
say f-ck a young nigga, f-ck a young nigga,
I know theres girls in the crowd right now who wanna f-ck a young nigga, ya
I roll one and roll another one bigger, thinking they sick well I'm sicker,
ima smoke my weed, and ima my liquor
Better make sure you your girl right before I dick her.... down,

Y'all know I them racks
I counting them stacks
Ya girl leave me lone
Wanna f-ck now she
Flow hot don't no match
work don't pay no tax
I'm up to the max
even know how to relax
I drank so much that
Had to wake up on a
Got all in my jeans
Man busting out the
Got kush all in my
Get like cheech and chong
800 a zone I ain't unless it strong
hell on my iphone
Catch and then I'm gone
The girl leave
I can not her home
I'm gone on them
I'm not a star
I'm foreign cars
Strapped up no