Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

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

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
If you ain't gettin' shawty, you don't get to go
And yeah we up in Stadium, hoes
My money for folarin, but you do not get to
Rack, Rack shit
for your thoughts, and a twenty for your titties
And a hundred for your smile, I'mma be for a while
I'mma be out with owls, i'll see you when you out
Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I with the sucka' 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 shit
She right like them old rap city skits
I got many chicks, blue and black Penny
Strippers after 30 tellin' niggas that 26
I'm being with 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
Haters is gettin' dimmer, is gettin' bigger
If is college I bet you niggas is master splinter
I got enough to out, I got alot to give out
don't clap with their hands, so I do not talk to my hands
Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the
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 shit for college, I told her drop her a prada

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
If you ain't gettin' shawty, you don't get to go
Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
If you gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go
{Black
Live from the Lamont's
on some 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 life
Couple broads wanna fuck, should stay the night
Maine, Bay, The Burf I'mma book ya' flight
Married to this rap shit, em' throw the rice
Condoleezza, this is ether
over the scene, couple stacks for the feature
Jeremy Scotts, 3
And I'm on you rapper's ass like brake
Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna
Every prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life
City, everything kosher
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, fly I know
This is all my
Pack all I smoke, all I drink
is b-o-a, next r-o-c
With my
Blowin' that beach
And we take it do max but I don't know screech
standing on applauding the effort
I'm takin' notes, flow, I'm feelin' special
Rack City, Rack she need a shovel
Take em' home, kick em out, we met em'

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