Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

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

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
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 City
for your 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 with the sucka' shit
All the bad strippers gotta greet me the government
Fuck judge ya', and trick 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, and black Penny kicks
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 trippin'
Small, but you big
Hollering out 'ballin, ballin' but you a honda civic
Haters is gettin' dimmer, pockets is bigger
If is college I bet you niggas is master splinter
I got enough to peel out, I got alot to 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 told her her a prada

Who on the pole? Is she that on the pole?
If you gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go
Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you get to go
Cobain}
Live from the Rose
Blowin' on L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
Black City bitch, Black City bitch
All black on some jigga shit
Couple shows a nigga life
Couple broads wanna fuck, they stay the night
Maine, Bay, The Burf baby book ya' flight
Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the
Condoleezza, this is lyrical
Takin' over the scene, couple for the feature
Jeremy Scotts, 3
And I'm on you rapper's ass like lights
Get ya' right, every chicken wanna slice
Every prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life
Magic City, kosher
All on me like a fuckin' coaster
Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the
asses everywhere say wassup to . . . (laughs)
L-m-a-o, fly I know
This is all my
Pack all I smoke, pluck all I
This is b-o-a, next
With my
Blowin' long beach
And we gon' take it do max but I don't know
Ass-clappin' standing on the effort
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 that on the pole? Is she on the pole?