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 Is she that on the pole?
If you gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go
And yeah we up in stadiums, hoes
My for fourth and long, but you do not get to throw
Rack, Rack shit
Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for your
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 greet me with the government
Fuck judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, City shit
She right like them old rap city skits
I got many chicks, blue and black kicks
Strippers at 30 tellin' niggas that 26

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

Silver Emblem, 2 Rs
Who's in the nice black car?
Autops came back up, are?
Cause of
killa fo, fo the llama
Gotta hoe, half Columbiana
Half Dominicana, Poke her from
Work out a little bit, get the from her mama
Black Bitch, Black outta '03
California king kush, black out OG
You ya death 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 all ears
1 through 6, man, all gears
Got mah other 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 nigga hit
He nuttin, Sal and my nigga split that
Suit game, bag it, she might know
But if she roll wit me she gotta blow something
Yeah you know what mean, you tonight girl
But if your bull, I'll leave ya wit a white
It's all we doing nigga, ass n'
nigga, yeah, strap six

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

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

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

[T.I.]
Me and females in the CL
Pink toe nails, tail like a beach
Tell 'em all keep it on the DL
No phone, no twitter, no
Diamonds in the chain, in the rear
Fall the of Diamonds, bitch you ate shit
racked up, all big faces
At the crib, full of broads all naked
Ros cases, We pop
We stay faded, need no
Latins and Asians, Black,
I'll go for days in amazement

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