Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

R.I.P we just the club
Drank patron out the bottle killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't the drugs
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
Took patron to the head almost a thug

I'm in a brand new drop top with three bitches
Tired being in the middle of with three snitches
And I hit up every club in your city, where at?
I be in club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, in the 80's
Who the think he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane
Think he Rakim or somethin, look at his
Myself, head to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and
Any nigga with a watch like that, he 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 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
Took patron to the head almost a thug

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

Got a pocket full of Prez
Attached to your girl a .jpeg
scene turn to a murder scene
Keep on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline and I'm on that
Life ain't but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand her g-string
I'm the type of nigga thats built to
You fuck with me, Ill put my in your ass
I got a million in stash, I 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
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 head almost killed a