Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P

Bun B]

[Verse 1:
Late ass nights come from long
Doin' all the right in the wrong ways
Doin' all the wrong shit for the reasons
Sprinklin' game, call it night seasoning
Haters get salty give 'em
Trill O.G, mop up the floor the best of y'all
Then dry that bitch off the rest of y'all
And a flight to Rio de Janeiro for la festival
Yeah, and that's word to fit a
Ball hard I see menace out of my Spalding
And break your face with a no look pass
Now to your parking lot pimp with yo little hook ass
I use words cause these are hard times
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 I can sleep 'em
Man, my flow is so
The energy'll blow you even if you're Broly
it, now that's one for the Googlers
That fell on they desk and never step their noogle up
Takin' lames out never new to us
The part of this shit is figurin' which of you to bust
Then step 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 still the

[Verse 2: Gambino]
Rest in peace to them niggas who was dead
Toni Braxton to them niggas, that's a sad
Cry a river Timberlake, the whole
Record the whole album in my living room in
Niggas who wasn't feelin' me secretly want a
Keep your mouth shut, I can probably help 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," a dude who says so
Just because she 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 nation, that big country
Nigga please! We ain't for no one
Generator name, I'm a sh? gun
Wu-Tang name, watch him smoke one
Talk a lot of sh*t, but none of them will him
Gambino got first position, the is ballet
So drive, he don't need a valet
So fly as I wanna 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