Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

[Intro: DJ (Childish Gambino)]
Is it too to ask for lyrics?
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has never done a together)
I mean 2014 man, c'mon really
(Well I thought we would get everybody on the track)
You could learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone

1: Childish Gambino]
Give a fuck about these man
I'm the flyest that there's ever
I'm always reppin' Mountain
You my show is sold out
You know my smoke is so
It's still his business
up out my business
Flow so
When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, catch this is
I walk up in the party, we all the bitches
They love how I move, we might a minute
God damn, Summer like son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas
Hang with models and a strippers
She my music so I nutted in her
I'm decent, Liam Neeson
I'm over, you plain sober
Gassed up and you last
I'm nigga, that's tear gas
Woooh, now I'm
Was that Bitch you guessed it (Oh shit!)

[Hook: G Lover]
I bet you I can that ass hot
C'mon bae, it like a ass shot
Say my sixteen will that ass hot
Song done, drop it a ass shot
Boy got they ass hot
Go on nigga, drop 'em a ass shot
Jump on beat and get they ass hot
Go on girl, it like a ass shot

2: Steve]
I am, the prince, two cups,
Our team, got money, stunt hard, so hate
Fall off, no way, we run it, it's too
We smoke sour, that flowers
I just blew, a
My girl, so sweet, like brûlée
But still, she hood, like red Kool-Aid
We on top, toupée, I got hits, like
I did Rome in one day
I just out to Croat-ia
I'm independent man and still major
Young King so flashy got me like lazers
housewife I can make ya like Phaedra
So let's my, I'mma play ya
Get bands, then to la playa
My niggas is
My brothers the owner, fuck 'em get higher
G-lover spit fire, that flame is
We're riders that got Nick now
'em drop you like Mariah, wassup

[Verse 3:
Start her off gin and tonic, mine's a double
Out in Vegas fool, you I'm bettin' double
your car note, double your mama rent
Ain't shit but house money, I spent a cent
Mo' money mo' problems, that's official
I just throw at it, that's my issue, it's hard
So I my boo boo hard that moo moo bags
If she need mo', then girl I you, bye
But ain't no lookin'
Cause I know it's a pile (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy metallic fuckin' gun style
No door handle, she high tryna how
While my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone
top off, nigga drop offs
Slidin' with yo' dame
OG sativa baby, ahead for that air plane
Fuck with my money, and I'm at house like the mail came
You meet the Swank lion, beast mode,

[Verse 4:
Big have you seen her
She got the dope breath, all nina
like Serena, maybe Trina
Shit I know, they both got ass
So of course he came to give you all courses
And you can't 'em, cause these hoes adore 'em
Words hot, don't 'em
I just speak up, so ho, keep up
Please ho, up
Ok, ok, ok, she ain't money, no way
I met her on a Monday, but I her back to Sunday
I told her she my Brandy, I'm her one and one Ye
Till she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai,