Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

[Intro: DJ (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 thought we get everybody on the same track)
You niggas could a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone

[Verse 1: Childish
Give a fuck about haters man
I'm the flyest there's ever been
I'm always Stone Mountain
You my show is sold out
You know my is so loud
It's about his business
up out my business
Flow so
When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, catch this is
I walk up in the party, we took all the
They love how I move, we might need a
God damn, Summer looking like son of Sam, I'm niggas
Hang with and a couple strippers
She my music so I nutted in her
I'm decent, Liam Neeson
I'm takin' over, you plain
up and you finished last
I'm nigga, that's 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, it like a ass shot
Say my sixteen will that ass hot
Song done, drop it like a ass
Boy stuntin' got ass hot
Go on nigga, drop 'em a ass shot
Jump on beat and get they ass hot
Go on girl, drop it a ass shot

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

[Verse 3:
Start her off gin and tonic, mine's a double
Out in Vegas fool, you know I'm double
Double your car note, your mama rent
shit but house money, I ain't spent a cent
Mo' money mo' problems, yeah official
I just cash at it, that's my issue, it's hard
So I my boo boo hard that moo moo bags
If she mo', then girl I miss you, bye
But ain't no back
Cause I it's a salt pile (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy with metallic gun style
No door handle, she high tryna how
While my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone
top off, nigga drop offs
Slidin' dirty yo' dame
OG baby, watch ahead for that air plane
Fuck with my money, and I'm at your house the mail came
You meet the Swank lion, 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 he came to give you all these courses
And you can't ignore 'em, cause these adore 'em
Words hot, slur 'em
I just up, so please ho, keep 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