Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

R.I.P we just killed the
Drank patron out the bottle killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the
Too many in here, I don't feel the love
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

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

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

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

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

Got a pocket full of Prez
Attached to your like a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a scene
Keep shittin on niggas, need train, turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline and I'm on that
Life ain't nothin but a G
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her
I'm the type of nigga thats to last
You fuck me, Ill put my foot in your ass
I got a in stash, I stack my money so tall
That you might a giraffe
When you was countin cash, nigga!

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