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 that on the pole? Is she on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' shawty, you don't 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 twenty for titties
And a hundred for smile, I'mma be here for a while
I'mma be out with them owls, i'll see you you out
for the fuck of it, I ain't with the sucka' shit
All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the
Fuck judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But don't a ring if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, Rack City
She ain't like them old rap city skits
I got chicks, blue and black Penny kicks
after 30 tellin' niggas that they 26
I'm being honest with em', being sloppy nigga
Try to be honest with em', why is you trippin'
Small, but you big
out 'ballin, ballin' but you drive a honda civic
Haters is dimmer, pockets is gettin' bigger
If is college I bet you niggas is master splinter
I got enough to out, I got alot to give out
Bitches don't clap with hands, so I do not talk to my hands
Ass-clappin', bag out the wagon
It's hard to live out Atlanta with out this a habit
A habit it sucks, it does to you if you got it
She say this shit for college, I told her her a prada

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
If you ain't dough shawty, you don't get to go
Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
If you ain't dough 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 bitch, Black Black City bitch
All black everthing on some jigga
Couple shows gave a nigga
Couple broads fuck, they should stay the night
Maine, Bay, The Burf baby I'mma book ya'
Married to this rap shit, tell em' the rice
Condoleezza, this is lyrical
Takin' the scene, couple stacks for the feature
Jeremy Scotts, 3
And I'm on you ass like brake lights
Get ya' cake right, chicken wanna slice
Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a
Magic City, everything
All on me like a fuckin' coaster
Any club we out we tearin' up the sofa
Fake everywhere say wassup to . . . (laughs)
L-m-a-o, been fly I
This is all my
all I smoke, pluck all I drink
This is b-o-a, r-o-c
With my
Blowin' that long
And we gon' it do max but I don't know screech
standing on applauding the effort
I'm notes, Havana flow, I'm feelin' special
Rack City, Rack City she a shovel
Take em' home, em out, we never met em'

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