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 it's 2014 man, c'mon
(Well I we would get everybody on the same track)
You could learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone

[Verse 1: Childish
Give a about these haters man
I'm the flyest there's ever been
I'm always Stone Mountain
You my show is sold out
You my smoke is so loud
It's still his business
Stay up out my
Flow so
When niggas talkin' shit, shut mouth, catch what this is
I up in the party, we took all the bitches
They how I move, we might need a minute
God damn, Summer looking son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas
Hang with and a couple 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 crying nigga, that's gas
Woooh, now I'm
Was that fire? Bitch you it (Oh shit!)

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

2: Steve]
I am, the prince, two cups,
Our team, got money, hard, so don't hate
off, no way, we run it, it's too late
We smoke sour, that flowers
I just blew, a
My girl, so sweet, like Crème
But still, she that hood, like red
We on top, toupée, I got hits, like
I did Rome in one day
I just flew out to
I'm independent man and doin' major
Young so flashy got me lookin' like lazers
housewife I can make ya like Phaedra
So let's my, I'mma play ya
Get bands, then head to la
My is bias
My brothers the owner, fuck with 'em get
G-lover spit fire, that is saliva
We're riders that got Nick now
Make 'em drop you like Mariah,

[Verse 3:
Start her off with gin and tonic, a double
Out in fool, you know I'm bettin' double
your car note, double your mama rent
Ain't shit but house money, I spent a cent
Mo' mo' problems, yeah that's official
I throw cash at it, that's my issue, it's hard
So I my boo boo hard that moo moo bags
If she need mo', then I miss you, bye
But ain't no lookin'
Cause I know it's a salt (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy metallic fuckin' gun style
No handle, she high tryna figure how
While my auto mobile looks like Girls Wild
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 your like the mail came
You meet the lion, beast mode, untamed

[Verse 4:
Big homie you seen her
She got the dope breath, all white
Packed Serena, maybe Trina
Shit I know, they both got ass
So of course he came to you all these courses
And you can't 'em, cause these hoes adore 'em
Words hot, slur 'em
I speak up, so please ho, keep up
Please ho, up
Ok, ok, ok, she getting money, no way
I met her on a Monday, but I fucked her back to
I her she my Brandy, I'm her one and only one Ye
Till she off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, bitch