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, Rack shit
Penny for thoughts, and a twenty for your titties
And a hundred for smile, I'mma 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 gotta greet me with the government
Fuck whoever judge ya', and whoever love ya'
But don't a ring if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, Rack City
She ain't right them old rap city skits
I got many chicks, and black Penny kicks
Strippers after 30 niggas that they 26
I'm honest with em', yall being sloppy nigga
Try to be honest em', why is you trippin' homie?
Small, but you big
Hollering out 'ballin, ballin' but you drive a honda
Haters is gettin' dimmer, is gettin' bigger
If ratting is I bet you niggas is master splinter
I got to peel out, I got alot to give out
don't clap with their hands, so I do not talk to my hands
Ass-clappin', bag out the wagon
It's hard to live out Atlanta with out makin' a habit
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 pole? Is she on the pole?
If you gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go
Who that on the Is she that on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' 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 black on some jigga shit
shows gave a nigga life
Couple broads wanna fuck, should stay the night
Maine, Bay, The Burf I'mma book ya' flight
to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice
Condoleezza, this is lyrical
Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the
Jeremy Scotts, 3
And I'm on you rapper's ass like lights
Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna
Every nigga hate, tell them niggas get a life
Magic City, kosher
All on me like a fuckin' coaster
Any we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa
Fake everywhere say wassup to . . . (laughs)
L-m-a-o, been fly I
is all my flow
Pack all I smoke, all I drink
This is b-o-a, next
With my
Blowin' that beach
And we gon' take it do max but I know screech
Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the
I'm notes, Havana flow, I'm feelin' special
City, Rack City she need a shovel
Take em' home, em out, we never met em'

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