Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

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

Who on the pole? Is she that on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you get to go
And yeah we up in Stadium, hoes
My for folarin, but you do not get to throw
Rack, Rack City
for your thoughts, and a twenty 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
for the fuck of it, I ain't with the sucka' shit
All the bad strippers gotta greet me with the
Fuck whoever judge ya', and whoever love ya'
But don't expect a if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, City shit
She ain't right like 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', yall sloppy nigga
Try to be honest with em', why is you homie?
Small, but you big
Hollering out 'ballin, ballin' but you drive a civic
is gettin' dimmer, pockets 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 with hands, so I do not talk to my hands
Ass-clappin', bag out the wagon
It's hard to live out Atlanta with out makin' a habit
A it sucks, it does to you if you ain't got it
She say shit for college, I told her drop her a prada

Who that on the pole? Is she on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' 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 from the Lamont's
on some L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
City bitch, Black Black City bitch
All black everthing on some shit
Couple shows gave a nigga
broads wanna fuck, they should stay the night
Maine, Bay, The baby I'mma book ya' flight
to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice
Condoleezza, is lyrical ether
Takin' over the scene, couple stacks for the
Jeremy Scotts, 3
And I'm on you rapper's ass brake lights
Get ya' right, every chicken wanna slice
Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them get a life
City, everything kosher
All drinks on me like a fuckin'
Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the
asses everywhere 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
With my
Blowin' that long
And we gon' take it do max but I know screech
standing on applauding the effort
I'm takin' notes, Havana flow, I'm special
Rack City, Rack City she 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 that on the