Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

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

I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with three
Tired being in the middle of trial with snitches
And I hit up every club in your city, where at?
I be in every club in the hood, niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin I was Baby
On my cocaine shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane
Think he or somethin, look at his chain
Myself, head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga a watch like that, he need attention
man don't ball out like that, you need 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 killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a

I'm gone, don't know where I'm
Pockets on extra big, they on
Got some bad all in my section, just let some more in
And every nigga came in with me'll kick your in
Roll up, pass it around like we
Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some
She got head, good brains, good education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the 1:45 am, the nights broken
By the time a nigga get to the crib, the 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 head almost 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 a thug

Got a pocket full of Dead
to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a murder
shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline and I'm on promethazine
Life nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, down her g-string
I'm the type of nigga built to last
You fuck me, Ill put my foot in your ass
I got a million in stash, I stack my money so
That you need 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
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
patron to the head almost killed a thug