Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City Rmx

Who that on the Is she that 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 ain't 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 shit
Penny for your thoughts, and a twenty for titties
And a hundred for smile, I'mma be here for a while
I'mma be up with 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
Fuck whoever judge ya', and trick whoever ya'
But expect a ring if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, Rack shit
She right like them old rap city skits
I got many chicks, blue and Penny kicks
Strippers at 30 tellin' niggas they 26

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

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

[Young
I'm in my other car, bout to get my car
You like to talk to him, man, it's a
12 carats, man that's all
1 through 6, man, all gears
Got mah other talking with my other broad
All them in the talking to mah other broad
Ok lil lay we full something
3 bitches in my bed, bout 4
Sal and my hit that
He nuttin, Sal and my nigga split that
Suit game, bag it, she know something
But if she wanna wit me she gotta blow something
Yeah you know that mean, you tonight girl
But if your bull, leave ya wit a white girl
It's all we nigga, ass n' tits
A-town nigga, yeah, six

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

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

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

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

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