Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

[Intro: DJ (Childish Gambino)]
Is it too to ask for lyrics?
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has done a track together)
I mean it's 2014 man, really
(Well I we would get everybody on the same track)
You niggas learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone

[Verse 1: Gambino]
a fuck about these haters man
I'm the that there's ever been
I'm always reppin' Stone
You know my is sold out
You know my smoke is so
It's about his business
Stay up out my
so vicious
When niggas shit, shut they mouth, catch what this is
I walk up in the party, we took all the
They love how I move, we need a minute
God damn, Summer like son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas
Hang with models and a couple
She my music so I nutted in her
Damn I'm decent, Neeson
I'm takin' over, you sober
up and you finished last
I'm crying nigga, tear gas
Woooh, now I'm
Was that Bitch you guessed it (Oh shit!)

Steve G Lover]
I bet you I can make ass hot
bae, drop it like a ass shot
Say my will make 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 this beat and get ass hot
Go on girl, it like a ass shot

[Verse 2:
I am, the prince, two cups,
Our team, got money, hard, so don't hate
Fall off, no way, we run it, too late
We smoke sour, call 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, touché
I just did in one day
I just out to Croat-ia
I'm independent man and doin' major
Young so flashy got me lookin' like lazers
Atlanta housewife I can ya like Phaedra
So let's play my, play ya
Get bands, then head to la
My niggas is
My brothers the owner, fuck with 'em get
G-lover fire, that flame is saliva
We're riders that got Nick now
'em drop you like Mariah, wassup

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

[Verse 4:
Big homie 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 ignore 'em, cause these hoes 'em
Words hot, slur 'em
I just speak up, so please ho, 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 told her she my Brandy, I'm her one and one Ye
Till she off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, bitch