Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

Who that on the pole? Is she 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 gettin' 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, City shit
Penny for thoughts, and a twenty for your titties
And a hundred for your smile, I'mma be here for a
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
whoever judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, Rack City
She ain't like them old rap city skits
I got many chicks, blue and black Penny
Strippers after 30 niggas that they 26
I'm being with em', yall being sloppy nigga
Try to be honest with em', why is you trippin'
Small, but you big
Hollering out 'ballin, but you drive a honda civic
Haters is gettin' dimmer, pockets is bigger
If ratting is college I bet you niggas is splinter
I got enough to peel out, I got to give out
Bitches clap with their hands, so I do not talk to my hands
Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the
It's hard to live out Atlanta out makin' this a habit
A habit it sucks, it does to you if you got it
She say this shit for college, I told her 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 on the pole? 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 Rose
on some L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
Black City bitch, Black Black bitch
All black on some jigga shit
Couple shows gave a life
Couple broads fuck, they should stay the night
Maine, Bay, The Burf I'mma book ya' flight
Married to this rap shit, em' throw the rice
Condoleezza, is lyrical ether
over the scene, couple stacks for the feature
Jeremy Scotts, 3
And I'm on you rapper's ass like brake
Get ya' cake right, every chicken slice
nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life
Magic City, everything
All drinks on me like a coaster
Any we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa
Fake asses everywhere say to . . . (laughs)
L-m-a-o, been fly I
is all my flow
Pack all I smoke, all I drink
is b-o-a, next r-o-c
With my
Blowin' long beach
And we gon' take it do max but I don't 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 that on the pole? Is she on the pole?
Who that on the Is she that on the pole?