Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

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

[Verse 1: Childish
Give a fuck about haters man
I'm the flyest that there's ever
I'm reppin' Stone Mountain
You know my is sold out
You know my smoke is so
It's still his business
Stay up out my
so vicious
When niggas shit, shut they mouth, catch what this is
I walk up in the party, we all the bitches
They love how I move, we might need a
God damn, Summer looking son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas
Hang with models and a couple
She love my so I nutted in her
I'm decent, Liam Neeson
I'm takin' over, you sober
up and you finished last
I'm crying nigga, that's gas
Woooh, now I'm
Was that fire? Bitch you it (Oh shit!)

[Hook: Steve G
I bet you I can that ass hot
C'mon bae, it like a ass shot
Say my sixteen will make ass hot
done, drop it like a ass shot
Boy got they ass hot
Go on nigga, drop 'em a ass shot
Jump on this beat and get ass hot
Go on girl, it like 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, 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 just did in one day
I just out to Croat-ia
I'm independent man and still major
King so flashy got me lookin' like lazers
Atlanta housewife I can ya like Phaedra
So let's play my, play ya
Get bands, then to la playa
My is bias
My brothers the owner, with 'em get higher
G-lover fire, that flame is saliva
We're riders got Nick Cannon's now
Make 'em you like Mariah, wassup

[Verse 3:
Start her off with gin and tonic, a double
Out in Vegas fool, you know I'm bettin'
Double your car note, double your rent
Ain't shit but house money, I ain't spent a
Mo' mo' problems, yeah that's official
I just throw cash at it, that's my issue, it's
So I my boo boo hard that moo moo bags
If she need mo', then girl I you, bye
But ain't no back
Cause I know it's a pile (you salty?)
I'm Chevy with metallic fuckin' gun style
No door handle, she high figure how
While my auto looks like Girls Gone Wild
top off, nigga drop offs
Slidin' with yo' dame
OG sativa baby, watch ahead for that air
Fuck with my money, and I'm at your house the mail came
You the Swank lion, beast mode, untamed

[Verse 4:
Big homie you seen her
She got the dope breath, all nina
Packed like Serena, maybe
Shit I don't know, they got ass
So of course he came to give you all courses
And you can't ignore 'em, cause these adore 'em
Words hot, slur 'em
I just speak up, so ho, keep 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
she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, bitch