Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

R.I.P we just killed the
Drank out the bottle 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 just the club
patron 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 three snitches
And I hit up every club in city, where niggas 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 think he is Slick or Dana Dane
Think he or somethin, look at his chain
Myself, from head to toe, I'm Fresh
Looking like I to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need
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 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
Took patron to the head almost killed a

I'm gone, know where I'm going
Pockets on big, they on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let more in
And every nigga came in me'll kick your door in
Roll up, it around like we Jamaican
pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians
She got head, good brains, good education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: am, the nights broken
By the a nigga get to the crib, the mall open
Man the of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly
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 just the club
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 the club
Took patron to the head killed a thug

Got a pocket full of Dead
Attached to girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a scene
Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard
I'm on gasoline and I'm on that
Life nothin but a G thing
lanes, get brain, hand 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 stack my money so
you might need a giraffe
When you was this cash, nigga!

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
patron to the head almost killed a thug