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 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 money for folarin, but you do not get to
Rack, City shit
Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for titties
And a hundred for your smile, be here for a while
I'mma be out with them owls, i'll see you you out
Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I ain't the sucka' shit
All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the
whoever judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But don't expect a ring if you committed to the
Yeah, Rack, Rack shit
She ain't right like them old rap skits
I got many chicks, and black Penny kicks
Strippers after 30 tellin' niggas that 26
I'm being with 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 a honda civic
is gettin' dimmer, pockets 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', bag out the wagon
It's 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 shit for college, I told her her a prada

Who that on the pole? Is she on the pole?
If you ain't 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
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Live the Lamont's Rose
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 gave a nigga life
Couple broads wanna fuck, they should stay the
Maine, Bay, The baby I'mma book ya' flight
Married to this rap shit, tell em' the rice
Condoleezza, this is lyrical
Takin' over the scene, stacks for the feature
Scotts, 3 stripes
And I'm on you rapper's ass like brake
Get ya' cake right, every chicken wanna
Every prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life
City, everything kosher
All on me like a fuckin' coaster
Any club we out we prolly' up the sofa
Fake asses say wassup to . . . (laughs)
L-m-a-o, been fly I
is all my flow
Pack all I smoke, pluck all I
This is b-o-a, next
my d-o-g's
Blowin' that beach
And we gon' take it do max but I know screech
Ass-clappin' standing on the effort
I'm notes, Havana flow, I'm feelin' special
Rack City, Rack she need a shovel
Take em' home, kick em out, we met em'

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