Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

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

Who on the pole? Is she that on the pole?
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
Penny for your thoughts, and a for your titties
And a hundred for your smile, be here for a while
I'mma be out with owls, i'll see you when you out
Stuntin' for the of it, I ain't with the sucka' shit
All the bad strippers gotta greet me the government
Fuck whoever judge ya', and trick whoever ya'
But don't expect a ring if you to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, City shit
She ain't like them old rap city skits
I got many chicks, and black Penny kicks
Strippers after 30 tellin' niggas that 26
I'm being honest with em', yall being sloppy
Try to be honest em', why is you trippin' homie?
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 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
hard 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 for college, I told her drop her a prada

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you get to go
Who on the pole? Is she that on the pole?
If you gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go
{Black
Live the Lamont's Rose
Blowin' on L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
Black bitch, Black Black City bitch
All black everthing on jigga shit
Couple shows gave a life
Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the
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 lights
Get ya' cake right, chicken wanna slice
Every nigga prolly' hate, them niggas get a life
Magic City, kosher
All drinks on me like a fuckin'
Any club we out we prolly' up the sofa
Fake asses say wassup to . . . (laughs)
L-m-a-o, been fly I
This is all my
Pack all I smoke, all I drink
This is b-o-a, r-o-c
my d-o-g's
Blowin' that long
And we gon' take it do max but I know screech
Ass-clappin' standing on the effort
I'm takin' notes, Havana flow, I'm special
Rack City, Rack City she 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 that on the