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 we would get everybody on the same track)
You niggas learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Mountain

[Verse 1: Gambino]
a fuck about these haters man
I'm the that there's ever been
I'm always reppin' Mountain
You know my show is out
You know my is so loud
It's still his business
up out my business
Flow so
niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, catch what this is
I up in the party, we took all the bitches
They love how I move, we need a minute
God damn, Summer looking 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, Neeson
I'm takin' over, you sober
Gassed up and you finished
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
bae, drop it like a ass shot
Say my sixteen will that ass hot
Song done, drop it like a ass
Boy got they ass hot
Go on nigga, drop 'em a ass shot
Jump on 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, hard, so don't hate
off, no way, we run it, it's too late
We smoke sour, that flowers
I blew, a bouquet
My girl, so sweet, like Crème
But still, she that hood, red Kool-Aid
We on top, toupée, I got hits, like
I did Rome in one day
I just out to Croat-ia
I'm man and still doin' major
Young King so flashy got me lookin' lazers
Atlanta housewife I can make ya like
So play my, I'mma play ya
Get bands, then to la playa
My niggas is
My brothers the owner, fuck with 'em get
spit fire, that flame is saliva
We're riders that got Nick now
Make 'em you like Mariah, wassup

[Verse 3:
Start her off with gin and tonic, mine's a
Out in Vegas fool, you know I'm double
Double your car note, double 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 mo', then girl I miss you, bye
But ain't no lookin'
Cause I know a salt pile (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy with fuckin' gun style
No door handle, she high figure how
While my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone
That's top off, nigga offs
Slidin' dirty with yo'
OG sativa baby, watch ahead for air plane
Fuck with my money, and I'm at house like the mail came
You meet the lion, beast mode, untamed

[Verse 4:
Big have you seen her
She got the breath, all white nina
like Serena, maybe Trina
Shit I don't know, both got ass
So of course he to give you all these courses
And you can't ignore 'em, cause hoes adore 'em
Words hot, slur 'em
I speak up, so please ho, keep up
Please ho, up
Ok, ok, ok, she ain't 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
she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, bitch