Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

R.I.P we just killed the
patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't the drugs
Too many haters in here, I don't feel the
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the
Took patron to the head almost killed a

I'm in a brand new top 'Rari with three bitches
Tired in the middle of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every in your city, where niggas at?
I be in club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, in the 80's
Who the nigga think he is Slick Rick or Dana
Think he Rakim or somethin, at his chain
Myself, from head to toe, I'm Dougie
Looking like I to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch that, he need attention
Your man don't out like that, you need to bench him

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the
Took to the head almost killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we killed the club
patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm gone, know where I'm going
Pockets on extra big, on Samoan
Got bad bitches all in my section, just let some more in
And every came in with me'll kick your door in
Roll up, pass it around we Jamaican
Whole pounds up in this bitch like we some Hatians
She got good head, brains, good education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken
By the a nigga get to the crib, the mall open
Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the
She said she she me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we killed the club
Took patron to the head killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we killed the club
Took patron to the head killed a thug

Got a pocket full of Dead
to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a scene
Keep on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I'm on and I'm on that promethazine
Life nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, down her g-string
I'm the type of nigga thats built to
You fuck with me, Ill put my foot in ass
I got a million in stash, I my money so tall
That you might a giraffe
When you was this cash, nigga!

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just the club
Took to the head almost killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we killed the club
Took patron to the almost killed a thug