Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

DJ Drama (Childish Gambino)]
Is it too to ask for lyrics?
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has never done a 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: Childish
Give a about these haters man
I'm the flyest that there's ever
I'm always reppin' Mountain
You know my is sold out
You know my smoke is so
still about his business
Stay up out my
Flow so
When niggas talkin' shit, shut mouth, catch what this is
I walk up in the party, we took all the
love 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 music so I in her
Damn I'm decent, Liam
I'm takin' over, you sober
Gassed up and you finished
I'm nigga, that's tear 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 like a ass
Say my will make that ass hot
Song done, it like a ass shot
Boy got they ass hot
Go on nigga, 'em like a ass shot
on this beat and get they ass hot
Go on girl, drop it a ass shot

2: Steve]
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 flowers
I just blew, a
My girl, so sweet, like Crème
But still, she that hood, red Kool-Aid
We on top, toupée, I got hits, touché
I did Rome in one day
I just flew out to
I'm man and still doin' major
Young King so flashy got me lookin' lazers
Atlanta housewife I can make ya like
So let's my, I'mma play ya
Get bands, then to la playa
My is bias
My brothers the owner, fuck 'em get higher
G-lover fire, that flame is saliva
We're 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 Vegas fool, you I'm bettin' double
Double your car note, your mama rent
Ain't shit but money, I ain't spent a cent
Mo' money mo' problems, yeah official
I just throw cash at it, that's my issue, hard
So I feed my boo boo that moo moo bags
If she need mo', girl I miss you, bye
But no lookin' back
I know it's a salt pile (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy metallic fuckin' gun style
No handle, she high tryna figure how
While my auto looks like Girls Gone Wild
That's top off, nigga drop
Slidin' dirty yo' dame
OG baby, watch ahead for that air plane
Fuck with my money, and I'm at your like the mail came
You the Swank lion, beast mode, untamed

[Verse 4:
Big homie have you her
She got the dope breath, all white
Packed like Serena, maybe
Shit I know, they both got ass
So of course he to give you all these courses
And you can't ignore 'em, these hoes adore 'em
Words hot, don't '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 her back to Sunday
I told her she my Brandy, I'm her one and one Ye
Till she drove off the in her '97 Hyundai, bitch