Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City Rmx

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

Who on the pole? Is she that on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' shawty, you don't get to go
And we up in stadiums, quarterbacking hoes
My money for fourth and long, but you do not get to
Rack, Rack shit
for your thoughts, and a twenty for your 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 me with the government
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 them old rap city skits
I got chicks, blue and black Penny kicks
Strippers at 30 niggas that they 26

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

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

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

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

Black 4s, red drop doors
Got ya whore doing shit uncalled for
I see these callinI just hit ignore
James bond, Tom Ford, LaCoultre,
Ain't got 'em? Erry goin stop 'em
120 in the ghost take the bitch
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 Last King, Guillotine
YMCMB take defeat
Pack a bad bitch then it to my nigga Meek

[Meek
Meek Milly, up Racked out
And I'll be countin money I pass out
Hundred racks of hundreds in the Stash
And I'll be sayin something I mash out
In the lookin like a fly
I shine somthin in the sky
haters hope I hurry up and die
Cuz my bitch look like she said up and bye

[T.I.]
Me and females in the CL
Pink toe nails, 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 of Diamonds, bitch you ate shit
Pocket up, all big faces
At the party crib, full of broads all
Ros cases, We pop
We faded, need no occasion
Latins and Asians, Black,
I'll go crazy for in amazement

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