Luyện nghe bài hát Rack City (Remix)

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Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
If you ain't gettin' shawty, you don't 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 your thoughts, and a twenty for your
And a hundred for your smile, be here for a while
be out with them owls, i'll see you when you out
Stuntin' for the of it, I ain't with the sucka' shit
All the bad gotta greet me with the government
whoever judge ya', and trick whoever love ya'
But don't expect a if you committed to the hustle
Yeah, Rack, Rack shit
She ain't right them old rap city skits
I got many chicks, blue and black kicks
Strippers after 30 tellin' niggas that 26
I'm being honest with em', yall sloppy nigga
Try to be honest em', why is you trippin' homie?
Small, but you big
out 'ballin, ballin' but you drive a honda civic
Haters is dimmer, pockets is gettin' bigger
If ratting is I bet you niggas is master splinter
I got enough to peel out, I got to give out
Bitches don't clap their hands, so I do not talk to my hands
Ass-clappin', bag out the wagon
It's to live out Atlanta with out makin' this a habit
A habit it sucks, it does to you if you got it
She say this shit for college, I told her her a prada

Who that on the pole? Is she on the pole?
If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you get to go
Who that on the pole? Is she that on the
If you ain't gettin' dough shawty, you get to go
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Live from the Lamont's
on some L-O
U-D, my 301 got new weave, uh
City bitch, Black Black City bitch
All black everthing on some shit
Couple gave a nigga life
Couple broads wanna fuck, they should the night
Maine, Bay, The Burf baby I'mma ya' flight
Married to this rap shit, em' throw the rice
Condoleezza, this is ether
over the scene, couple stacks for the feature
Jeremy Scotts, 3
And I'm on you rapper's ass like lights
Get ya' right, every chicken wanna slice
Every nigga prolly' hate, tell them niggas get a
Magic City, everything
All drinks on me like a fuckin'
Any club we out we prolly' tearin' up the
Fake asses say wassup to . . . (laughs)
L-m-a-o, been fly I
is all my flow
Pack all I smoke, pluck all I
This is b-o-a, next
my d-o-g's
Blowin' that beach
And we take it do max but I don't know screech
Ass-clappin' standing on the effort
I'm takin' notes, Havana flow, I'm feelin'
Rack City, Rack City she need a
Take em' home, kick em out, we met em'

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Who that on the pole? Is she that on the