Luyện nghe bài hát Racks Remix

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

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

Got a crawl my garage
Got a condo in the stars
I'm geaked up off them
Got a car I don't even park
No push button start
She ain't a dime I won't get
Got that need a green card
Say I'ma dawg but I don't even gotta
Got swag that bite sharks
One hit I'ma knock it out the
Trap beating so goddamn
Got Kush, Got Lean, Got
got remix as scale
Got don't need no scale
I'm plugged in with the
I'm part of the
Got ain't no cling
6 two for a nin
Then fuck it all up on
true religion fiend'
Got bands in the pockets of my
Need a 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 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, count another so put that on top of that,
Way back in 2004 I told them it was a
Now my life 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
They say f-ck a nigga, f-ck a young nigga,
I know some girls in the crowd right now who wanna f-ck a young nigga, ya
I roll one and roll another one bigger, niggas they sick well I'm sicker,
ima smoke my weed, and ima drink my
make sure you f-ck your girl right before I dick her.... down,

Y'all know I them racks
I counting them stacks
Ya won't 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
Don't even know how to
I drank so that lean
Had to wake up on a
Got all in my jeans
Man busting out the
Got all in my lungs
Get High cheech and chong
800 a zone I ain't blowin unless it
Catch hell on my
mine and then I'm gone
The girl won't
I can not her home
I'm gone on bars
I'm not a star
I'm driving cars
Strapped up no