Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

[Intro: DJ (Childish Gambino)]
Is it too much to ask for
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has never a track together)
I mean it's 2014 man, 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: Gambino]
Give a fuck about these man
I'm the flyest there's ever been
I'm always reppin' Stone
You my show is sold out
You my smoke is so loud
still about his business
Stay up out my
so vicious
When niggas talkin' shit, they mouth, catch what this is
I walk up in the party, we took all the
They how I move, we might need a minute
God damn, looking like son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas
Hang models and a couple strippers
She love my so I nutted in her
Damn I'm decent, Liam
I'm takin' over, you plain
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 make ass hot
C'mon bae, drop it like a ass
Say my sixteen make 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 like a ass

2: Steve]
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 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 did Rome in one day
I just flew out to
I'm independent man and doin' major
Young King so flashy got me like lazers
Atlanta housewife I can make ya like
So let's play my, I'mma ya
Get bands, then head to la
My niggas is
My brothers the owner, with 'em get higher
G-lover fire, that flame is saliva
riders that got Nick Cannon's now
Make 'em you like Mariah, wassup

[Verse 3:
her off with gin and tonic, mine's a double
Out in fool, you know I'm bettin' double
Double your car note, double your mama
Ain't shit but money, I ain't spent a cent
Mo' money mo' problems, yeah that's
I just throw cash at it, my issue, it's hard
So I feed my boo boo hard that moo moo
If she need mo', then I miss 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 tryna figure how
While my auto looks like Girls Gone 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 house like the mail
You meet the Swank lion, beast mode,

[Verse 4:
Big homie you seen her
She got the breath, all white nina
Packed like Serena, maybe
I don't 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
hot, don't slur 'em
I just speak up, so please ho, up
ho, keep up
Ok, ok, ok, she ain't money, no way
I met her on a Monday, but I fucked her to Sunday
I told her she my Brandy, I'm her one and one Ye
she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, bitch