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

Who that on the pole? Is she 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 gettin' shawty, you don't get to go
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Live the Lamont's Rose
Blowin' on L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
Black City bitch, Black Black City
All black everthing on some shit
Couple shows a nigga life
Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the
Maine, Bay, The Burf I'mma book ya' flight
Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the
Condoleezza, this is ether
over the scene, couple stacks for the feature
Jeremy Scotts, 3
And I'm on you rapper's ass brake lights
Get ya' right, every chicken wanna slice
Every nigga prolly' hate, them niggas get a life
Magic City, everything
All drinks on me like a fuckin'
Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the
Fake asses say wassup to . . . (laughs)
L-m-a-o, been fly I
This is all my
Pack all I smoke, all I drink
is b-o-a, next r-o-c
With my
that long beach
And we take it do max but I don't know screech
Ass-clappin' standing on the effort
I'm notes, Havana flow, I'm feelin' special
Rack City, Rack she need a shovel
Take em' home, kick em out, we met em'

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Who that on the pole? Is she that on the