Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

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

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

Who that on the Is she that on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you get to go
Who on the pole? Is she that on the pole?
If you ain't dough shawty, you don't get to go
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Live from the Lamont's
on some L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
Black bitch, Black Black City bitch
All everthing on some jigga shit
shows gave a nigga life
Couple broads wanna fuck, they should the night
Maine, Bay, The Burf baby I'mma ya' flight
Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the
Condoleezza, is lyrical ether
Takin' the scene, couple stacks for the feature
Scotts, 3 stripes
And I'm on you rapper's ass like brake
Get ya' right, every chicken wanna slice
Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a
City, everything kosher
All drinks on me like a fuckin'
Any club we out we prolly' up the sofa
Fake asses say wassup to . . . (laughs)
L-m-a-o, fly I know
This is all my
all I smoke, pluck all I drink
This is b-o-a, r-o-c
my d-o-g's
Blowin' long beach
And we take it do max but I don't know screech
Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the
I'm notes, Havana flow, I'm feelin' special
Rack City, Rack City she need a
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?