Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City Rmx

Who on the pole? Is she that on the pole?
Who that on the 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 yeah we up in stadiums, quarterbacking
My money for and long, but you do not get to throw
Rack, Rack shit
Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for titties
And a hundred for your smile, I'mma be here for a
I'mma be up them ounces, I'll see you when you out
for the fuck of it, I ain't with the sucka' shit
All the bad strippers gotta greet me the government
whoever judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But don't expect a ring if you to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, Rack shit
She ain't right like old rap city skits
I got many chicks, blue and black kicks
Strippers at 30 tellin' that they 26

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

Silver Emblem, 2 Rs
Who's in the nice black car?
Autops came back up, results
Cause of
Gotta killa fo, fo the
Gotta hoe, half Columbiana
Half Dominicana, Poke her from
Work out a little bit, get the from her mama
Black city Bitch, outta '03
California kush, black out from OG
You made ya bed, now lay in it
The end is here, start it

[Young
I'm in my other car, bout to get my car
You to talk to him, man, it's a seminar
12 carats, man that's all
1 through 6, man, all gears
Got mah other talking with my other broad
All them in the talking to mah other broad
Ok lil lay we gotta full
3 bitches in my bed, 4 something
Sal and my nigga hit
He nuttin, Sal and my nigga split that
game, bag it, she might know something
But if she roll wit me she gotta blow something
Yeah you know what mean, you tonight girl
But if bull, I'll leave ya wit a white girl
It's all we doing nigga, ass n'
A-town nigga, yeah, six

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

Black 4s, red head doors
Got ya whore doing shit that's for
I see these bitches just hit ignore
bond, Tom Ford, Jaeger LaCoultre,
Ain't got 'em? Erry blood goin 'em
120 in the ghost take the bitch
Niggas will open it up, cuz they poppin
Ain't got nuttin to comment niggas wit no commas
Red headorama, City Junk yarding
I be of these nigga Last King, Guillotine
YMCMB Nigga defeat
Pack a bad bitch then pass it to my Meek

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

[T.I.]
Me and three in the CL
Pink toe nails, tail like a beach
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
Pocket up, all big faces
At the crib, full of broads all naked
Ros cases, We pop
We stay faded, need no
and Asians, Black, Caucasian
I'll go for days in amazement

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