Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

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

My is in melt down
As I upon the black mouth smoke
Observing my enemies as they
In an fashion

But the (?)
masses of mind waves
I pray that souls may rest in piece
they're dead
And they don't even it yet

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

He the very fabrics
Of his existance is now
And now his mind I must and kneal
May you in peace

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

Got a plushed out
With the interior
The house sleeps in style,
'Cause we

Tinted sun
So I can see the rise
See my come alive
And fill my eyes

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

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

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

It's going to be a
But I'm fuck it to releave stress
need to heata'
Instead I eat a bag of

Feelin' your weaker
Rotatin' through your bumpin'
I sent your deepest thoughts to the back
Like lay motherfucker it's a jack

Drunk and I'm crying thinking about major
From old school to new
in peace
Pour on hennessy and I'm out