Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P

Bun B]

[Verse 1:
Late ass nights from long days
Doin' all the things in the wrong ways
Doin' all the wrong shit for the reasons
Sprinklin' midnight game, call it seasoning
Haters get give 'em cholesterol
Trill O.G, mop up the floor 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 I see menace out of my Spalding
And I'll break your with a no look pass
Now back to your parking lot pimp yo little hook ass
I use harsh words cause these are hard
And trill-ass people, nowadays they're such a find
So it's I open if I could 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 Broly
Goddamn it, now that's one for the
That fell asleep on they desk and never step noogle up
lames out never been new to us
The hardest part of this is figurin' which of you to bust
Then your weight up like GNC
And R.I.P. to Luda reppin' CNC
G

x2]
There's somethin' you
It's to explain
They're talking you boy
But you're the same

[Verse 2: Gambino]
in peace to them niggas who was dead wrong
Toni Braxton to them niggas, a sad song
Cry a Timberlake, the whole industry
Record the album in my living room in Italy
Niggas who wasn't feelin' me secretly want a
Keep mouth 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 need they up
her neck, add a dime to the tip cup
She is not "slut," fuck a who says so
Just because she fuckin' mean she ain't a lady
Kill the stage, I never needed a mic check
Semen on my spacebar, tired of Skype sex
Runnin' a new breed, me and Bun B
hip-hop nation, that big country
Nigga please! We stop for no one
Generator name, I'm a sh? gun
Wu-Tang Generator name, him smoke one
Talk a lot of sh*t, but none of them will him
Gambino got first position, the game is
So graceful; drive, he don't a valet
So fly as I wanna be
Mercy, somebody show niggas can't hurt me

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