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 it's 2014 man, really
(Well I we would get everybody on the same track)
You could learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone

[Verse 1: Gambino]
a fuck about these haters man
I'm the flyest that there's been
I'm always reppin' Stone
You know my show is out
You know my is so loud
It's still 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 all the bitches
They love how I move, we might a minute
God damn, Summer looking like son of Sam, I'm killin'
Hang with models and a 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 nigga, that's tear gas
Woooh, now I'm
Was that fire? Bitch you it (Oh shit!)

[Hook: G Lover]
I bet you I can make ass hot
C'mon bae, drop it a ass shot
Say my sixteen will make ass hot
Song done, it like a ass shot
Boy stuntin' got ass hot
Go on nigga, drop 'em like a ass
Jump on this beat and get ass hot
Go on girl, drop it a ass shot

[Verse 2:
I am, the prince, two cups,
Our team, got money, stunt hard, so hate
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 that hood, like red
We on top, toupée, I got hits, touché
I did Rome in one day
I flew out to Croat-ia
I'm man and still doin' major
Young King so flashy got me lookin' like
Atlanta housewife I can make ya like
So let's play my, I'mma ya
Get bands, head to la playa
My is bias
My brothers the owner, with 'em get higher
spit fire, that flame is saliva
We're riders that got Cannon's now
Make 'em you like Mariah, wassup

[Verse 3:
Start her off gin and tonic, mine's a double
Out in fool, you know I'm bettin' double
Double car note, double your mama rent
Ain't shit but money, I ain't 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 hard that moo moo
If she need mo', then I miss you, bye
But ain't no back
Cause I know it's a pile (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy with fuckin' gun style
No door handle, she high tryna how
While my auto mobile looks Girls Gone Wild
That's top off, drop offs
Slidin' dirty with yo'
OG baby, watch ahead for that air plane
Fuck my money, and I'm at your house like the mail came
You meet the Swank lion, beast mode,

[Verse 4:
Big homie have you her
She got the dope breath, all white
Packed like Serena, Trina
Shit I don't know, both got ass
So of course he came to you all these courses
And you can't ignore 'em, cause these hoes 'em
hot, don't slur 'em
I just speak up, so 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 back to
I her she my Brandy, I'm her one and only one Ye
Till she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai,