Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

[Intro: DJ (Childish Gambino)]
Is it too to ask for lyrics?
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has done a track together)
I mean 2014 man, c'mon really
(Well I thought we would get everybody on the track)
You niggas learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone

1: Childish Gambino]
Give a fuck these haters man
I'm the flyest that ever been
I'm always reppin' Stone
You my show 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 all the bitches
They love how I move, we might a minute
God damn, Summer looking like son of Sam, I'm niggas
Hang with models and a couple
She love my so I nutted in her
Damn I'm decent, Liam
I'm over, you plain sober
Gassed up and you finished
I'm nigga, that's tear gas
Woooh, now I'm
Was fire? Bitch you guessed it (Oh shit!)

Steve G Lover]
I bet you I can that ass hot
C'mon bae, drop it like a ass
Say my sixteen 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 that
I just blew, a
My girl, so sweet, Crème brûlée
But still, she hood, like red Kool-Aid
We on top, toupée, I got hits, touché
I did Rome in one day
I just flew out to
I'm independent man and still doin'
Young King so got me lookin' like lazers
Atlanta housewife I can ya like Phaedra
So let's play my, I'mma ya
Get bands, then head to la
My niggas is
My brothers the owner, fuck 'em get higher
spit fire, that flame is saliva
We're riders that got Nick now
Make 'em drop you like Mariah,

[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, double your mama
Ain't shit but house money, I spent a cent
Mo' mo' problems, yeah that's 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', then I miss you, bye
But ain't no lookin'
Cause I know a salt pile (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy with metallic gun style
No door handle, she high tryna how
While my auto mobile like Girls Gone Wild
That's top off, drop offs
Slidin' dirty yo' dame
OG sativa baby, watch for that air plane
Fuck my money, and I'm at your house like the mail came
You meet the lion, beast mode, untamed

[Verse 4:
Big homie have you her
She got the dope breath, all white
Packed Serena, maybe Trina
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 hoes 'em
Words hot, slur 'em
I just speak up, so please ho, up
ho, keep up
Ok, ok, ok, she getting 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
Till she off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, bitch