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 that on the pole? Is she on the pole?
If you gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go
And yeah we up in Stadium, quarterbacking
My for folarin, but you do not get to throw
Rack, Rack shit
Penny for your thoughts, and a for your titties
And a hundred for smile, I'mma be here for a while
I'mma be out with them owls, see you when you out
Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I ain't the sucka' shit
All the bad strippers gotta greet me the government
Fuck judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But don't expect a ring if you to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, City shit
She ain't right like them old rap city
I got chicks, blue and black Penny kicks
Strippers after 30 tellin' niggas they 26
I'm being honest em', yall being sloppy nigga
Try to be honest em', why is you trippin' homie?
Small, but you big
Hollering out 'ballin, ballin' but you drive a honda
Haters is gettin' dimmer, pockets is bigger
If ratting is college I bet you is master splinter
I got enough to out, I got alot to give out
Bitches don't clap with their hands, so I do not talk to my
Ass-clappin', bag out the wagon
It's hard to live out with out makin' this a habit
A habit it sucks, it does to you if you got it
She say this shit for college, I her drop 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 Is she that on the pole?
If you ain't 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 City bitch, Black City bitch
All black on some jigga shit
Couple shows gave a nigga
Couple broads wanna fuck, should stay the night
Maine, Bay, The baby I'mma book ya' flight
Married to rap shit, tell em' throw the rice
Condoleezza, this is lyrical
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, chicken wanna slice
Every nigga hate, tell them niggas get a life
City, everything kosher
All on me like a fuckin' coaster
Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the
Fake asses 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 gon' it do max but I don't know screech
Ass-clappin' on applauding the effort
I'm notes, Havana flow, I'm feelin' special
City, Rack City she need a shovel
Take em' home, kick em out, we met em'

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Who that on the pole? Is she that on the