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 2014 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: Gambino]
Give a fuck 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 is so loud
still about his business
Stay up out my
so vicious
When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, what this is
I walk up in the party, we took all the
They how I move, we might need a minute
God damn, Summer like son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas
with models and a couple strippers
She my music 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 fire? Bitch you guessed it (Oh shit!)

[Hook: G Lover]
I bet you I can make ass hot
C'mon bae, it like a ass shot
Say my sixteen will make ass hot
Song done, drop it a ass shot
Boy got they ass hot
Go on nigga, drop 'em like a ass
Jump on this 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, stunt hard, so don't
Fall off, no way, we run it, too late
We smoke sour, call that
I just blew, a
My girl, so sweet, Crème brûlée
But still, she that hood, like red
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 still major
Young King so flashy got me lookin' lazers
Atlanta housewife I can make ya Phaedra
So let's my, I'mma play ya
Get bands, then head to la
My is bias
My the owner, fuck with 'em get higher
G-lover spit fire, 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 Vegas fool, you know I'm bettin'
Double your car note, your mama rent
Ain't but house money, I ain't spent a cent
Mo' money mo' problems, yeah official
I just throw at it, that's my issue, it's hard
So I my boo boo hard that moo moo bags
If she need mo', then girl I you, bye
But no lookin' back
Cause I it's a salt pile (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy metallic fuckin' gun style
No door handle, she high figure how
While my auto mobile looks like Girls Wild
top off, nigga drop offs
Slidin' dirty yo' dame
OG baby, watch ahead for that air plane
Fuck my money, and I'm at your house like the mail came
You the Swank lion, beast mode, untamed

[Verse 4:
Big have you seen her
She got the breath, all white nina
Packed Serena, maybe Trina
Shit I don't know, they got ass
So of course he came to give you all courses
And you ignore '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