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 on the pole? Is she that on the pole?
If you gettin' 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 shit
Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for titties
And a for your smile, I'mma be here for a while
I'mma be up with them ounces, see you when you out
Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I ain't with the sucka'
All the bad strippers gotta greet me the government
Fuck whoever judge ya', and trick whoever ya'
But expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, Rack shit
She ain't right them old rap city skits
I got many chicks, blue and black kicks
Strippers at 30 tellin' niggas they 26

- Tyga]
Rack city bitch Rack city bitch [x3]
Ten ten ten and them fifties bitch

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

Jeezy]
I'm in my other car, to get my other car
You like to to him, man, it's a seminar
12 carats, man that's all
1 through 6, man, all gears
Got mah other broad with my other broad
All in the back talking to mah other broad
Ok lil lay we gotta something
3 in my bed, bout 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 that mean, you tonight
But if your bull, leave ya wit a white girl
It's all we nigga, ass n' tits
nigga, yeah, strap six

x2]
Rack city Rack Rack city bitch [x3]
Ten, ten, ten twenties and them fifties

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

[Meek
Meek Milly, up Racked out
And I'll be countin money till I out
racks of hundreds in the Stash house
And I'll be sayin something I mash out
In the Lambo lookin a fly
I like somthin in the sky
These haters I hurry up and die
Cuz my bitch look like she 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 of Diamonds, bitch you ate shit
Pocket racked up, all big
At the party crib, of broads all naked
Ros cases, We pop
We stay faded, need no
Latins and Asians, Black,
I'll go crazy for days in

x2]
Rack city bitch Rack Rack city bitch
Ten, ten, ten and them fifties bitch