Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

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

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

Who that on the pole? Is she on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you get to go
Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
If you ain't gettin' shawty, you don't get to go
{Black
Live the Lamont's Rose
on some L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
Black City bitch, Black City bitch
All black on some jigga shit
shows gave a nigga life
Couple broads fuck, they should stay the night
Maine, Bay, The baby I'mma book ya' flight
Married to rap shit, tell em' throw the rice
Condoleezza, this is lyrical
Takin' over the scene, couple for the feature
Jeremy Scotts, 3
And I'm on you rapper's ass brake lights
Get ya' cake right, every wanna slice
Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a
Magic City, everything
All drinks on me like a fuckin'
Any club we out we tearin' up the sofa
asses everywhere say wassup 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' take it do max but I know screech
Ass-clappin' standing on the effort
I'm takin' notes, Havana flow, I'm special
City, Rack City she need a shovel
Take em' home, em out, we never met em'

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