Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

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

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
If you ain't dough shawty, you don't get to go
And we up in Stadium, quarterbacking hoes
My for folarin, but you do not get to throw
Rack, Rack shit
Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for titties
And a hundred for your smile, be here for a while
I'mma be out them owls, i'll see you when you out
Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I with the sucka' shit
All the bad strippers greet me with the government
whoever judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But don't expect a if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, Rack City
She ain't right them old rap city skits
I got many chicks, blue and black Penny
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 homie?
Small, but you big
Hollering out 'ballin, ballin' but you drive a civic
Haters is gettin' dimmer, is gettin' bigger
If ratting is college I bet you is master splinter
I got enough to peel out, I got alot to out
Bitches clap 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 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 ain't gettin' dough shawty, you get to go
Who that on the pole? Is she on the pole?
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 City bitch, Black City bitch
All everthing on some jigga shit
Couple shows gave a nigga
broads wanna fuck, they 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 ether
Takin' over the scene, stacks for the feature
Scotts, 3 stripes
And I'm on you rapper's ass like brake
Get ya' cake right, every wanna slice
Every prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life
Magic City, kosher
All drinks on me a fuckin' coaster
Any club we out we prolly' up the sofa
asses everywhere say wassup to . . . (laughs)
L-m-a-o, been fly I
is all my flow
Pack all I smoke, pluck all I
This is b-o-a, r-o-c
With my
that long beach
And we gon' take it do max but I know screech
standing on applauding the effort
I'm takin' notes, Havana flow, I'm feelin'
City, Rack City she need a shovel
Take em' home, kick em out, we met em'

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