Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City Rmx

Who on the pole? Is she that 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 ain't dough shawty, you don't get to go
And yeah we up in stadiums, quarterbacking
My money for fourth and long, but you do not get to
Rack, Rack City
Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for titties
And a for your smile, I'mma be here for a while
be up with them ounces, I'll 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 whoever judge ya', and trick love ya'
But don't expect a ring if you to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, City shit
She right like them old rap city skits
I got many chicks, blue and black kicks
at 30 tellin' niggas that they 26

[Chorus -
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
Ten ten ten twenties and them bitch

Silver Emblem, 2 Rs
that in the nice black car?
Autops came back up, results
of deathbars
Gotta killa fo, fo the
Gotta killa hoe, half
Half Dominicana, her from Behind-a
Work out a little bit, get the rest from her
Black city Bitch, Black '03
California kush, black out from OG
You ya death bed, now lay in it
The end is here, sayin it

Jeezy]
I'm in my other car, to get my other car
You to talk to him, man, it's a seminar
12 carats, man that's all
1 through 6, man, it's all
Got mah broad talking with my other broad
All in the back talking to mah other broad
Ok lil lay we full something
3 in my bed, bout 4 something
Sal and my hit that
He ain't nuttin, Sal and my nigga split
Suit game, bag it, she might something
But if she wanna roll wit me she gotta blow
Yeah you what that mean, you tonight girl
But if your bull, I'll leave ya wit a girl
all we doing nigga, ass n' tits
A-town nigga, yeah, six

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Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten twenties and fifties bitch

Black 4s, red head doors
Got ya whore shit that's uncalled for
I see these callinI just hit ignore
James bond, Tom Ford, LaCoultre,
Ain't got 'em? Erry blood stop 'em
120 in the take the bitch shoppin
Niggas will it up, cuz they ain't poppin
Ain't got nuttin to with niggas wit no commas
Red headorama, Rack City yarding
I be ahead of these nigga King, Guillotine
YMCMB take defeat
Pack a bad then pass it to my nigga Meek

Mill]
Meek Milly, Racked up out
And be countin money till I pass out
racks of hundreds in the Stash house
And be sayin something when I mash out
In the Lambo lookin a fly
I shine somthin in the sky
These haters hope I up and die
Cuz my bitch like she said hurry up and bye

[T.I.]
Me and females in the CL
toe nails, tail like a beach whale
Tell 'em all keep it on the DL
No phone, no twitter, no
in the chain, none in the rear
Fall the King of Diamonds, you ate shit
racked up, all big faces
At the party crib, of broads all naked
Ros cases, We pop
We stay faded, no occasion
and Asians, Black, Caucasian
I'll go crazy for days in

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Rack city bitch Rack city bitch [x3]
Ten, ten, ten twenties and them bitch