Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

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 we up in Stadium, quarterbacking hoes
My money for folarin, but you do not get to
Rack, Rack shit
Penny for thoughts, and a twenty for your titties
And a for your smile, I'mma be here for a while
I'mma be out them owls, i'll see you when you out
Stuntin' for the fuck of it, I ain't with the sucka'
All the bad strippers gotta me with the government
Fuck whoever ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But don't 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, and black Penny kicks
after 30 tellin' niggas that they 26
I'm being honest em', yall being sloppy nigga
Try to be honest with em', why is you trippin'
Small, but you big
Hollering out 'ballin, ballin' but you a honda civic
is gettin' dimmer, pockets is gettin' bigger
If ratting is college I bet you niggas is splinter
I got to peel out, I got alot to give out
don't clap with their hands, so I do not talk to my hands
Ass-clappin', shawty bag out the
It's hard to live out with out makin' this a habit
A habit it sucks, it to you if you ain't got it
She say this shit for college, I her drop her a prada

Who that on the pole? Is she on the pole?
If you ain't dough shawty, you don't get to go
Who that on the pole? Is she on the pole?
If you gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go
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Live the Lamont's Rose
on some L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
Black City bitch, Black Black City
All black everthing on some jigga
Couple shows a nigga life
Couple broads wanna fuck, they should the night
Maine, Bay, The Burf baby I'mma book ya'
Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the
Condoleezza, is lyrical ether
Takin' over the scene, couple for the feature
Scotts, 3 stripes
And I'm on you rapper's ass like lights
Get ya' cake right, every chicken slice
nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a life
Magic City, everything
All drinks on me like a fuckin'
Any we out we prolly' tearin' up the sofa
Fake everywhere say wassup to . . . (laughs)
L-m-a-o, been fly I
This is all my
Pack all I smoke, pluck all I
This is b-o-a, r-o-c
With my
Blowin' long beach
And we gon' take it do max but I don't screech
standing on applauding the effort
I'm takin' notes, flow, I'm feelin' special
Rack City, City she need a shovel
Take em' home, em out, we never met em'

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