Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

Make me than all my enemies
the R.O.C. is now

My mind is in melt
As I puff the black mouth smoke
Observing my enemies as coast
In an un-presidential

But the (?)
Contains of mind waves
I pray they souls may rest in piece
Because they're
And they don't know it yet

But I see, I see
Organizations
The bad man stands
of God's chapel

He snaps the very
Of his existance is now
And now his I must steal and kneal
May you rest in

I'm away in the
I'm in the day
Got to keep my skin
All of them sun

Got a out coffin
With the interior
The house in style, bitches
we inferior

Tinted sun
So I can see the moon
See my come alive
And darkness fill my

Oh my
on, as my coffin opens
I grab your fucking
'Cause it was made for

I'm provoking the field
a gat (?)
I my bitches bloody red
steaks after (?)
Rest in

Black streets and ways
I'm you off at the crossroads
My dying days my face
Keeping me safe all this mess

going to be a challange
But I'm fuck it to releave stress
Don't need to
Instead I eat a bag of

Feelin' mind's weaker
through your bumpin' speaker
I sent your thoughts straight to the back
Like lay down it's a jack

Drunk and I'm thinking about major memories
From old to new school
Rest in
Pour on some and I'm out