Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City Rmx

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

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

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

Silver Emblem, 2 Rs
Who's that in the nice car?
Autops came back up, are?
Cause of
Gotta killa fo, fo the
Gotta killa hoe, half
Half Dominicana, Poke her Behind-a
Work out a bit, get the rest 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

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 all ears
1 through 6, man, it's all
Got mah other talking with my other broad
All them in the back talking to mah broad
Ok lil lay we gotta something
3 bitches in my bed, bout 4
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 know that mean, you tonight girl
But if your bull, I'll ya wit a white girl
It's all we nigga, ass n' tits
A-town nigga, yeah, six

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

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

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

[T.I.]
Me and females in the CL
Pink toe nails, tail like a beach
'em all betta 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, full of broads all
Ros cases, We pop
We stay faded, no occasion
Latins and Asians, Black,
I'll go crazy for in amazement

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