Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

[Intro: DJ (Childish Gambino)]
Is it too much to ask for
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has done a track together)
I mean it's man, c'mon 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: Gambino]
Give a about these haters man
I'm the flyest there's ever been
I'm always reppin' Mountain
You my show is sold out
You my smoke is so loud
It's still his business
Stay up out my
so vicious
When niggas talkin' shit, shut mouth, catch what this is
I up in the party, we took all the bitches
love how I move, we might need a minute
God damn, Summer looking like son of Sam, I'm niggas
Hang with models and a strippers
She my music so I nutted 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, it like a ass shot
Say my will make that ass hot
Song done, it like a ass shot
Boy stuntin' got ass hot
Go on nigga, 'em like a ass shot
on this beat and get they 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, too late
We sour, call that 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 did Rome in one day
I flew out to Croat-ia
I'm independent man and doin' major
King so flashy got me lookin' like lazers
Atlanta housewife I can make ya Phaedra
So play my, I'mma play ya
Get bands, then to la playa
My niggas is
My the owner, fuck with 'em get higher
G-lover spit fire, flame is saliva
We're that got Nick Cannon's now
Make 'em drop you like Mariah,

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

[Verse 4:
Big have you seen her
She got the dope breath, all white
Packed like Serena, Trina
Shit I know, they both got ass
So of course he came to give you all these
And you can't ignore 'em, cause these adore 'em
hot, don't slur '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 her back to Sunday
I told her she my Brandy, I'm her one and one Ye
she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, bitch