Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P

Bun B]

[Verse 1:
Late ass nights from long days
Doin' all the right things in the ways
Doin' all the wrong 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
Then dry that off with the rest of y'all
And catch a flight to Rio de Janeiro for la
Yeah, and that's word to fit a
Ball like I see menace out of my Spalding
And I'll break your face a no look pass
Now back to your parking lot with yo little hook ass
I use harsh cause these are hard times
And trill-ass people, nowadays they're such a hard
So when I open if I could keep 'em
And one on the scope, so if they frontin' I can 'em
Man, my flow is so
The energy'll blow you over even if Broly
Goddamn it, now that's one for the
fell asleep on they desk and never step their noogle up
Takin' out never been new to us
The hardest of this shit is figurin' which of you to bust
Then step your up like GNC
And R.I.P. to Luda reppin' CNC
G

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

2: Childish Gambino]
Rest in peace to them niggas who was dead
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 feelin' me secretly want a handout
Keep mouth shut, I can probably help your man out
Drop a new stack all 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 she fuckin' doesn't mean she ain't a lady
the whole stage, I never needed a mic check
Semen on my spacebar, tired of Skype sex
with a new breed, me and Bun B
This hip-hop nation, 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 of them will approach him
Gambino got first position, the is ballet
So graceful; drive, he need a valet
So angel: fly as I be
Mercy, somebody show these can't hurt me

x2]
There's somethin' you
It's hard to
They're talking you boy
But you're still the