Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
Who that on the pole? Is she 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, quarterbacking
My for folarin, but you do not get to throw
Rack, Rack shit
Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for titties
And a for your smile, I'mma be here for a while
I'mma be out with them owls, i'll see you you out
Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I ain't the sucka' shit
All the bad gotta greet me with the government
Fuck whoever judge ya', and whoever love ya'
But expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, City shit
She right like them old rap city skits
I got chicks, blue and black Penny kicks
Strippers after 30 tellin' niggas that 26
I'm honest with em', yall 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 gettin' dimmer, pockets is bigger
If ratting is I bet you niggas is master splinter
I got enough to out, I got alot to give out
Bitches don't clap with their hands, so I do not talk to my
Ass-clappin', bag out the wagon
It's hard to live out Atlanta with out makin' this a
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 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 ain't gettin' shawty, you don't get to go
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Live from the Lamont's
Blowin' on L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
Black bitch, Black Black City bitch
All black everthing on some shit
shows gave a nigga life
Couple broads wanna fuck, they stay the night
Maine, Bay, The Burf baby book ya' flight
Married to rap shit, tell em' throw the rice
Condoleezza, this is ether
Takin' over the scene, couple for the feature
Scotts, 3 stripes
And I'm on you rapper's ass like lights
Get ya' right, every chicken wanna slice
Every nigga hate, tell them niggas get a life
City, everything kosher
All on me like a fuckin' coaster
Any we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa
asses 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, next
With my
that long beach
And we gon' take it do max but I don't know
Ass-clappin' on applauding the effort
I'm takin' notes, Havana flow, I'm feelin'
Rack City, Rack City she need a
Take em' home, em out, we never met em'

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