Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

[Intro: DJ (Childish Gambino)]
Is it too much to ask for
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has never done a together)
I mean it's 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)
Mountain

[Verse 1: Childish
Give a fuck about haters man
I'm the flyest that there's been
I'm always Stone Mountain
You know my show is out
You know my is so loud
It's still about his
up out my business
Flow so
When talkin' shit, shut they mouth, catch what this is
I walk up in the party, we all the bitches
They how I move, we might need a minute
God damn, Summer like 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 plain
Gassed up and you last
I'm crying nigga, tear gas
Woooh, now I'm
Was that fire? Bitch you it (Oh shit!)

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

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

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

4: Fam]
Big homie you seen her
She got the breath, all white nina
Packed like Serena, maybe
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 adore 'em
hot, don't 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