Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

[Intro: DJ (Childish Gambino)]
Is it too to ask for lyrics?
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has never a track together)
I mean 2014 man, c'mon really
(Well I we would get everybody on the same track)
You niggas could a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Mountain

[Verse 1: Childish
Give a fuck about these man
I'm the flyest that there's ever
I'm reppin' Stone Mountain
You know my show is out
You know my smoke is so
still about his business
Stay up out my
Flow so
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 like son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas
Hang models and a couple strippers
She love my music so I in her
Damn I'm decent, Liam
I'm takin' over, you sober
up and you finished last
I'm crying nigga, that's gas
Woooh, now I'm
Was that Bitch you guessed it (Oh shit!)

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

2: Steve]
I am, the prince, two cups,
Our team, got money, stunt hard, so don't
off, no way, we run it, it's too late
We smoke sour, call that
I just blew, a
My girl, so sweet, like Crème
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 King so got me lookin' like lazers
Atlanta housewife I can make ya like
So let's play my, play ya
Get bands, then to la playa
My is bias
My brothers the owner, fuck 'em get higher
spit fire, that flame is saliva
We're riders that got Cannon's now
Make 'em drop you Mariah, wassup

[Verse 3:
her off with gin and tonic, mine's a double
Out in Vegas fool, you know I'm double
Double your car note, double your rent
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, it's
So I feed my boo boo hard that moo moo
If she need mo', girl I miss you, bye
But ain't no back
Cause I know it's a pile (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy with metallic gun style
No handle, she high tryna figure how
While my mobile looks like Girls Gone Wild
That's top off, nigga offs
dirty with yo' dame
OG sativa baby, watch ahead for air plane
with my money, and I'm at your house like the mail came
You meet the Swank lion, beast mode,

[Verse 4:
Big homie you seen 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 you all these courses
And you ignore 'em, cause these hoes adore 'em
hot, don't slur 'em
I speak 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 her back to Sunday
I told her she my Brandy, I'm her one and one Ye
Till she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai,