Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

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

Got on racks on racks
Racks on on racks
Racks on racks on
Got on racks on racks
Got Racks on racks on
Racks on racks on
on racks on racks
Nigga hating me ain't 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 park
No push button start
She ain't a dime I get hard
Got hoes that need a green
Say I'ma dawg but I don't even bark
Got swag that like sharks
One hit I'ma it out the park
Trap so goddamn hard
Got Kush, Got Lean, Got
got hard as scale
Got don't need no scale
I'm plugged in with the
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
on sprite and lean

(Wiz Khalifa)

Racks on, off
See blonde strip when my hats off
Looking at my rollie, bout 30 grams that cost,
Smoke like I'm in Cali, f-ck, a flight, i'll blast off,
Niggas tattoos, we should have a tat off,
Got racks on racks on racks, on naps on naps,
Just made a mill, count another so put that on top of that,
Way back in 2004 I told it was a wrap
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 talk unless you cut the check,
I thats why all these niggas get mad
They say a young nigga, f-ck a young nigga,
I know theres some in the crowd right now who wanna f-ck a young nigga, ya
I roll one and roll another one bigger, niggas thinking sick well I'm sicker,
ima my weed, and ima drink my liquor
Better make sure you f-ck 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 need no match
Sell work pay no tax
I'm up to the max
Don't even know how to
I drank so that lean
Had to wake up on a
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 unless it strong
hell on my iphone
Catch mine and I'm gone
The won't leave
I can not her home
I'm on them bars
I'm not a star
I'm foreign cars
up no bodyguards