Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

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

[Verse 1: Childish
Give a fuck about these man
I'm the flyest that there's been
I'm always reppin' Stone
You my show is sold out
You know my is so loud
It's about his business
up out my business
Flow so
When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, catch what is
I up in the party, we took all the bitches
love how I move, we might need a minute
God damn, Summer looking son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas
Hang with models and a couple
She love my 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, 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
C'mon bae, drop it a ass shot
Say my sixteen will that ass hot
Song done, drop it like a ass
Boy stuntin' got ass hot
Go on nigga, drop 'em a ass shot
Jump on beat and get they ass hot
Go on girl, drop it like a ass

[Verse 2:
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, call that
I just blew, a
My girl, so sweet, like brûlée
But still, she that hood, red Kool-Aid
We on top, toupée, I got hits, like
I just did in one day
I flew out to Croat-ia
I'm independent man and still doin'
Young so flashy got me lookin' like lazers
housewife I can make ya like Phaedra
So play my, I'mma play ya
Get bands, then head to la
My niggas is
My brothers the owner, fuck with 'em get
G-lover spit fire, that is saliva
riders that got Nick Cannon's 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' money mo' problems, yeah official
I just cash at it, that's my issue, it's hard
So I my boo boo hard that moo moo bags
If she mo', then girl I miss you, bye
But ain't no lookin'
Cause I know it's a salt (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy with fuckin' gun style
No door handle, she high tryna how
my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone Wild
That's top off, nigga offs
Slidin' dirty with yo'
OG sativa baby, watch for that air plane
Fuck with my money, and I'm at your like the mail came
You meet the Swank lion, mode, untamed

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