Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

R.I.P we killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I feel the drugs
Too many haters in here, I 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 brand new drop top 'Rari with bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial with three
And I hit up every club in city, where niggas at?
I be in every club in the hood, niggas at?
up, jump out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the
Who the think he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane
Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his
Myself, from to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
Looking I came to play, Mitchell 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 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 almost killed a thug

I'm gone, don't where I'm going
Pockets on big, they on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let some in
And every nigga came in with me'll kick door in
Roll up, pass it around like we
Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we Hatians
She got head, good brains, good education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken
By the time a get to the crib, the mall open
Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the
She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she 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 almost killed a
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just the club
Took patron to the head killed a thug

Got a full of Dead Prez
Attached to your girl a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a murder
Keep shittin on niggas, need train, turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline and I'm on promethazine
Life ain't but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her
I'm the type of thats built 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 killed 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 the club
Took patron to the almost killed a thug