Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

R.I.P we just the club
patron out the bottle almost 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 patron to the head almost a thug

I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with three
Tired in the middle of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every in your city, where niggas at?
I be in every club in the hood, niggas at?
Pull up, jump out like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the
Who the nigga think he is Slick or Dana Dane
Think he Rakim or somethin, at his chain
Myself, from head to toe, I'm Fresh
Looking like I came to play, and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need
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 to the head almost killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just the club
Took patron to the almost killed a thug

I'm gone, don't know I'm going
Pockets on extra big, on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my section, let some more in
And every came in with me'll kick your door in
Roll up, it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some
She got good head, good brains, education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the broken
By the a nigga get to the crib, the mall open
Man the nerve of this bitch, she on the molly
She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she

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

Got a pocket of Dead Prez
Attached to your girl a .jpeg
Party scene to a murder scene
Keep shittin on niggas, need train, turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline and I'm on promethazine
ain't nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand her g-string
I'm the type of nigga thats to last
You with 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 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 just the club
Took to the head almost killed a thug