Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
Who that on the pole? Is she that on the

Who that on the Is she that on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you get to go
And yeah we up in Stadium, hoes
My for folarin, but you do not get to throw
Rack, City shit
Penny for your thoughts, and a for your titties
And a hundred for your smile, I'mma be for a while
be out with them owls, i'll see you when you out
Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I with the sucka' shit
All the bad strippers greet me with the government
Fuck judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But don't expect a if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, City shit
She ain't right like them old rap city
I got many chicks, blue and Penny kicks
Strippers after 30 tellin' that they 26
I'm being honest with em', yall being sloppy
Try to be honest em', why is you trippin' homie?
Small, but you big
Hollering out 'ballin, but you drive a honda civic
Haters is gettin' dimmer, is gettin' bigger
If ratting is college I bet you niggas is splinter
I got enough to out, I got alot to give out
Bitches don't clap their hands, so I do not talk to my hands
Ass-clappin', bag out the wagon
It's hard to live out with out makin' this a habit
A it sucks, it does to you if you ain't got it
She say shit for college, I told her drop her a prada

Who that on the Is she that on the pole?
If you gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go
Who on the pole? Is she that on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you get to go
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Live the Lamont's Rose
on some L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
Black bitch, Black Black City bitch
All black everthing on jigga shit
Couple shows a nigga life
Couple wanna fuck, they should stay the night
Maine, Bay, The Burf baby I'mma ya' flight
Married to rap shit, tell em' throw the rice
Condoleezza, is lyrical ether
over the scene, couple stacks for the feature
Jeremy Scotts, 3
And I'm on you ass like brake lights
Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna
Every nigga prolly' hate, tell niggas get a life
Magic City, kosher
All drinks on me like a fuckin'
Any we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa
Fake asses everywhere say to . . . (laughs)
L-m-a-o, fly I know
is all my flow
Pack all I smoke, pluck all I
is b-o-a, next r-o-c
With my
Blowin' that beach
And we gon' it do max but I don't know screech
standing on applauding the effort
I'm takin' notes, Havana flow, I'm special
Rack City, Rack she need a shovel
Take em' home, em out, we never met em'

Who that on the pole? Is she on the pole?
Who on the pole? Is she that on the pole?