Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

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

Who on the pole? Is she that on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you 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, I'mma be for a while
I'mma be out with them owls, see you when you out
Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I with the sucka' shit
All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the
Fuck whoever ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But don't expect a if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, Rack shit
She ain't right like them old rap skits
I got many chicks, blue and black Penny
Strippers after 30 tellin' niggas 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, is gettin' bigger
If ratting is college I bet you niggas is master
I got enough to peel out, I got to give out
Bitches don't clap with their hands, so I do not talk to my
Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the
It's hard to live out Atlanta with out makin' this a
A it sucks, it does to you if you ain't 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 that on the
If you ain't gettin' 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 City bitch
All everthing on some jigga shit
Couple shows a nigga life
Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the
Maine, Bay, The Burf baby I'mma ya' flight
Married to rap shit, tell em' throw the rice
Condoleezza, this is lyrical
Takin' over the scene, couple for the feature
Jeremy Scotts, 3
And I'm on you rapper's ass like brake
Get ya' right, every chicken wanna slice
Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a
Magic City, kosher
All drinks on me like a fuckin'
Any we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa
Fake asses 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' long beach
And we take it do max but I don't know screech
Ass-clappin' standing on applauding the
I'm takin' notes, flow, I'm feelin' special
Rack City, City she need a shovel
em' home, kick 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?