Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P

Bun B]

[Verse 1:
Late ass nights come from days
Doin' all the right in the wrong ways
all the wrong shit for the right reasons
Sprinklin' midnight game, call it seasoning
Haters get give 'em cholesterol
Trill O.G, mop up the floor the best of y'all
dry that bitch off with the rest of y'all
And catch a flight to Rio de Janeiro for la
Yeah, and word to fit a baldy
Ball hard like I see out of my Spalding
And I'll break your face with a no look
Now back to your parking lot pimp with yo little ass
I use harsh words cause these are times
And people, nowadays they're such a hard find
So it's when I open if I could 'em
And one on the scope, so if they I can sleep 'em
Man, my is so parabolic
The energy'll you over even if you're Broly
it, now that's one for the Googlers
That fell asleep on they desk and never step their up
Takin' out never been new to us
The part of this shit is figurin' which of you to bust
Then your weight up like GNC
And R.I.P. to Chris reppin' CNC
G

x2]
There's somethin' you
It's to explain
They're about you boy
But you're still the

[Verse 2: Gambino]
Rest in peace to them niggas who was wrong
Toni Braxton to them niggas, a sad song
Cry a river Timberlake, the industry
Record the album in my living room in Italy
Niggas who wasn't feelin' me secretly want a
Keep your shut, I can probably help your man out
a new stack all lames get to steppin'
Drop a new all blogs go to heaven
Kill the web, man these niggas they hits up
her neck, add a dime to the tip cup
She is not "slut," fuck a who says so
Just because she fuckin' doesn't she ain't a lady
Kill the whole stage, I needed a mic check
on my spacebar, fuckin' tired of Skype sex
Runnin' a new breed, me and Bun B
This hip-hop nation, big country
please! We ain't stop for no one
Wu-Tang name, I'm a sh? gun
Wu-Tang Generator name, him smoke one
a lot of sh*t, but none of them will approach him
Gambino got first position, the is ballet
So graceful; drive, he need a valet
So fly as I wanna be
Mercy, show these niggas can't hurt me

x2]
There's inside you
It's hard to
They're about you boy
But you're the same