Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

Who that on the 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 gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go
And yeah we up in Stadium, hoes
My money for folarin, but you do not get to
Rack, Rack City
Penny for your thoughts, and a for your titties
And a hundred for your smile, I'mma be here for a
I'mma be out with owls, i'll see you when you out
Stuntin' for the of it, I ain't with 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 ring if you to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, Rack shit
She ain't right like them old rap skits
I got chicks, blue and black Penny kicks
Strippers after 30 tellin' that they 26
I'm being honest with em', yall being sloppy
Try to be honest with em', why is you trippin'
Small, but you big
Hollering out 'ballin, but you drive a honda civic
Haters is gettin' dimmer, is gettin' bigger
If ratting is college I bet you is master splinter
I got enough to out, I got alot to give out
Bitches don't clap with hands, so I do not talk to my hands
Ass-clappin', bag out the wagon
It's hard to live out Atlanta with out makin' this a
A habit it sucks, it to you if you ain't got it
She say this shit for college, I told her her a prada

Who that on the Is she that on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' shawty, you don't get to go
Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
If you gettin' dough shawty, you don't get to go
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Live from the Lamont's
Blowin' on L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
Black City bitch, Black City bitch
All black everthing on some shit
shows gave a nigga life
Couple broads wanna fuck, they stay the night
Maine, Bay, The Burf I'mma book ya' flight
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 brake
Get ya' cake right, every chicken slice
Every nigga prolly' hate, tell niggas get a life
Magic City, everything
All drinks on me a fuckin' coaster
Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the
Fake asses everywhere say to . . . (laughs)
L-m-a-o, fly I know
is all my flow
Pack all I smoke, all I drink
This is b-o-a, next
my d-o-g's
Blowin' that long
And we gon' take it do max but I know screech
standing on applauding the effort
I'm takin' notes, flow, I'm feelin' special
City, Rack City she need a shovel
Take em' home, kick em out, we met em'

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