Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

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

[Verse 1: Gambino]
Give a fuck about these man
I'm the that there's ever been
I'm always Stone Mountain
You know my show is out
You my smoke is so loud
It's still about his
Stay up out my
Flow so
When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, what this is
I walk up in the party, we took all the
They love how I move, we need a minute
God damn, Summer looking like son of Sam, I'm killin'
Hang with models and a strippers
She love my music so I in her
Damn I'm decent, Neeson
I'm over, you plain sober
up and you finished last
I'm crying nigga, 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 like a ass
Say my sixteen make that ass hot
Song done, drop it a ass shot
Boy got they ass hot
Go on nigga, drop 'em like a ass
Jump on this and get they ass hot
Go on girl, drop it like a ass

[Verse 2:
I am, the prince, two cups,
Our team, got money, stunt hard, so don't
Fall off, no way, we run it, 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 just did in one day
I flew out to Croat-ia
I'm independent man and still doin'
Young so flashy got me lookin' like lazers
Atlanta housewife I can ya like Phaedra
So let's play my, I'mma ya
Get bands, head to la playa
My niggas is
My the owner, fuck with 'em get higher
spit fire, that flame is saliva
We're riders that got Nick now
Make 'em drop you like Mariah,

[Verse 3:
Start her off gin and tonic, mine's a double
Out in fool, you know I'm bettin' double
Double your car note, your mama rent
Ain't shit but house money, I ain't 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 girl I you, bye
But no lookin' back
Cause I it's a salt pile (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy with fuckin' gun style
No door handle, she high tryna how
my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone Wild
That's top off, drop offs
Slidin' dirty with yo'
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, beast mode,

[Verse 4:
Big homie have you her
She got the dope breath, all nina
like Serena, maybe Trina
Shit I don't know, both got ass
So of course he came to give you all courses
And you can't 'em, cause these hoes adore 'em
Words hot, don't 'em
I just up, so please ho, keep up
ho, keep up
Ok, ok, ok, she getting 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
she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, bitch