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 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 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 city, where niggas at?
I be in every club in the hood, where at?
Pull up, jump out like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, like in the
Who the nigga think he is Slick Rick or Dana
Think he Rakim or somethin, at his chain
Myself, from to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
Looking like I to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch that, he need attention
Your man don't ball out 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 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
Took patron to the head killed a thug

I'm gone, know where I'm going
Pockets on extra big, on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let some in
And every nigga came in me'll kick your door in
Roll up, it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch we some Hatians
She got head, good brains, good education
I'm drunker a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken
By the a nigga get to the crib, the mall open
Man the nerve of high-ass 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 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 killed the
Took patron to the almost killed a thug

Got a pocket full of Dead
Attached to your girl a .jpeg
Party scene to a murder scene
shittin on niggas, need potty 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 of nigga thats built to last
You fuck me, Ill put my foot in your ass
I got a million in stash, I stack my money so
you might 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 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 killed the club
patron to the head almost killed a thug