Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

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

Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
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 City
Penny for thoughts, and a twenty for your titties
And a for your smile, I'mma be here for a while
be out with them owls, i'll see you when you out
Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I with the sucka' shit
All the bad strippers gotta greet me the government
Fuck whoever 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 many chicks, blue and black Penny
Strippers 30 tellin' niggas that they 26
I'm being honest em', yall being sloppy nigga
Try to be honest with em', why is you trippin'
Small, but you big
out 'ballin, ballin' but you drive a honda civic
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 alot to out
Bitches don't clap their hands, so I do not talk to my hands
Ass-clappin', bag out the wagon
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 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 that on the Is she that on the pole?
If you ain't dough shawty, you don't get to go
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Live from the Lamont's
on some L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
Black bitch, Black Black City bitch
All black everthing on some jigga
Couple shows gave a life
Couple broads fuck, they should stay the night
Maine, Bay, The Burf baby I'mma book ya'
Married to this rap shit, tell em' the rice
Condoleezza, is lyrical ether
Takin' the scene, couple stacks for the feature
Scotts, 3 stripes
And I'm on you ass like brake lights
Get ya' cake right, every chicken slice
Every nigga hate, tell them niggas get a life
Magic City, kosher
All drinks on me a fuckin' coaster
Any club we out we prolly' 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
is b-o-a, next r-o-c
With my
Blowin' that long
And we gon' take it do max but I don't screech
Ass-clappin' standing on the effort
I'm takin' notes, flow, I'm feelin' special
Rack City, Rack 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?