Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P

Bun B]

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

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

[Verse 2: Gambino]
Rest in to them niggas who was dead wrong
Toni Braxton to niggas, that's a sad song
Cry a Timberlake, the whole industry
Record the whole album in my room in Italy
who wasn't feelin' me secretly want a handout
Keep your shut, I can probably help your man out
Drop a new all lames get to steppin'
Drop a new track all blogs go to
Kill the web, man niggas need they hits up
Kiss her neck, add a to the tip cup
She is not "slut," fuck a dude who so
Just because she fuckin' mean she ain't a lady
Kill the stage, I never needed a mic check
on my spacebar, fuckin' tired of Skype sex
Runnin' a new breed, me and Bun B
This hip-hop nation, that big
Nigga please! We ain't for no one
Generator 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 need a valet
So fly as I wanna be
Mercy, somebody show these niggas hurt me

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