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 Is she that on the pole?
If you ain't dough 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
Penny for your thoughts, and a 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 sucka'
All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the
Fuck whoever ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But don't a ring if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, City shit
She ain't right like them old rap city
I got many chicks, blue and black kicks
Strippers after 30 tellin' niggas they 26
I'm being with em', yall being sloppy nigga
Try to be honest with em', why is you homie?
Small, but you big
Hollering out 'ballin, ballin' but you drive a honda
Haters is gettin' dimmer, is gettin' bigger
If ratting is college I bet you niggas is splinter
I got enough to peel out, I got to give out
Bitches don't clap 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 habit it sucks, it to you if you ain't got it
She say this shit for college, I her drop her a prada

Who that on the Is she that on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' shawty, you don't get to go
Who that on the Is she that on the pole?
If you ain't dough shawty, you don't get to go
Cobain}
Live from the Rose
Blowin' on L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
Black City bitch, Black Black City
All everthing on some jigga shit
shows gave a nigga life
Couple broads wanna fuck, should stay the night
Maine, Bay, The Burf baby book ya' flight
Married to rap shit, tell em' throw the rice
Condoleezza, this is lyrical
Takin' over the scene, couple 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, them niggas get a life
City, everything kosher
All on me like a fuckin' coaster
Any club we out we prolly' up the sofa
Fake everywhere say wassup to . . . (laughs)
L-m-a-o, fly I know
is all my flow
Pack all I smoke, pluck all I
This is b-o-a, r-o-c
my d-o-g's
Blowin' that long
And we gon' it do max but I don't 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'

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Who that on the pole? Is she that on the