Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

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

1: Childish Gambino]
Give a fuck about these man
I'm the flyest that there's been
I'm reppin' Stone Mountain
You my show is sold out
You my smoke is so loud
It's still about his
up out my business
Flow so
When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, catch what 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 couple
She love my so I nutted in her
I'm decent, Liam Neeson
I'm takin' over, you plain
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, it like a ass shot
Say my sixteen make that ass hot
done, drop it like a ass shot
Boy got they ass hot
Go on nigga, 'em like a ass shot
Jump on this 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 hate
Fall off, no way, we run it, it's too
We smoke sour, call that
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 flew out to Croat-ia
I'm independent man and doin' major
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, head to la playa
My is bias
My brothers the owner, fuck 'em get higher
G-lover fire, that flame is saliva
We're that got Nick Cannon's now
Make 'em you like Mariah, wassup

[Verse 3:
her off with gin and tonic, mine's a double
Out in Vegas fool, you I'm bettin' double
your car note, double your mama 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 it's a salt pile (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy with metallic fuckin' gun
No handle, she high tryna figure how
While my auto mobile looks like Gone Wild
top off, nigga drop offs
Slidin' with yo' dame
OG sativa baby, watch for that air plane
Fuck with my money, and I'm at house like the mail came
You meet the Swank lion, mode, untamed

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