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 on the pole?
If you gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go
And we up in Stadium, quarterbacking hoes
My money for folarin, but you do not get to
Rack, Rack shit
Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for titties
And a hundred for smile, I'mma 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 gotta greet me with the government
whoever judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But don't expect a ring if you committed to the
Yeah, Rack, City shit
She ain't right them old rap city skits
I got many chicks, blue and Penny kicks
after 30 tellin' niggas that they 26
I'm being honest with em', being sloppy nigga
Try to be with em', why is you trippin' homie?
Small, but you big
Hollering out 'ballin, ballin' but you drive a honda
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 to give out
Bitches don't clap their hands, so I do not talk to my hands
Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the
It's hard to live out Atlanta with out this a habit
A habit it sucks, it does to you if you got it
She say this shit for college, I told her drop her a

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
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
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Live from the Rose
on some L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
Black City bitch, Black City bitch
All black everthing on some jigga
Couple shows gave a nigga
Couple broads wanna fuck, they should the night
Maine, Bay, The Burf baby I'mma ya' flight
Married to this rap shit, tell em' 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 lights
Get ya' cake right, every wanna slice
Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a
Magic City, kosher
All drinks on me a fuckin' coaster
Any club we out we tearin' up the sofa
Fake 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, r-o-c
my d-o-g's
Blowin' that long
And we take it do max but I don't know screech
Ass-clappin' on applauding the effort
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 Is she that on the pole?