Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P

Bun B]

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

x2]
There's somethin' you
hard to explain
They're about you boy
But you're the same

[Verse 2: Gambino]
Rest in peace to them niggas who was wrong
Toni Braxton to them niggas, that's a sad
Cry a river Timberlake, the industry
Record the album in my living room in Italy
Niggas who feelin' me secretly want a handout
Keep your mouth shut, I can help your man out
Drop a new all lames get to steppin'
Drop a new track all blogs go to
Kill the web, man these need they hits up
her neck, add a dime to the tip cup
She is not "slut," a dude who says so
Just because she fuckin' doesn't mean she ain't a
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 nation, that big country
please! We ain't stop for no one
Wu-Tang name, I'm a sh? gun
Wu-Tang Generator name, watch him one
Talk a lot of sh*t, but none of them will him
Gambino got first position, the is ballet
So graceful; drive, he don't need a
So angel: fly as I be
Mercy, somebody show niggas can't hurt me

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