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 thought we would get everybody on the track)
You could learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Mountain

[Verse 1: Childish
a fuck about these haters man
I'm the flyest that there's been
I'm always reppin' Mountain
You my show is sold out
You know my is so loud
still about his business
Stay up out my
so vicious
When niggas talkin' shit, shut they mouth, catch this is
I walk up in the party, we took all the
They love how I move, we might need a
God damn, Summer like son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas
Hang with and a couple strippers
She love my music so I in her
Damn I'm decent, Neeson
I'm over, you plain sober
Gassed up and you last
I'm nigga, that's tear gas
Woooh, now I'm
Was fire? Bitch you guessed it (Oh shit!)

[Hook: Steve G
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 got they ass hot
Go on nigga, drop 'em a ass shot
Jump on beat 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, it's too
We smoke sour, call flowers
I blew, a bouquet
My girl, so sweet, like Crème
But still, she that hood, like red
We on top, toupée, I got hits, touché
I just did in one day
I just flew out to
I'm independent man and still major
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 head to la
My is bias
My brothers the owner, fuck with 'em get
spit fire, that flame is saliva
We're riders got Nick Cannon's now
'em drop you like Mariah, wassup

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

[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 to give you all these courses
And you can't ignore 'em, cause hoes adore 'em
Words hot, slur 'em
I speak 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 her back to Sunday
I her she my Brandy, I'm her one and only one Ye
Till she drove off the in her '97 Hyundai, bitch