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 feel the drugs
Too many haters in here, I don't 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 top 'Rari with three bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial three snitches
And I hit up every in your city, where niggas at?
I be in club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out like I was Baby
On my cocaine cowboy shit, in the 80's
Who the nigga think he is Rick or Dana Dane
Think he or somethin, look at his chain
Myself, from to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
like I came to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any with a watch like that, he need attention
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 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 the club
patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm gone, know where I'm going
Pockets on extra big, on Samoan
Got bad bitches all in my section, just let some more in
And every nigga came in with kick your door in
up, pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we Hatians
She got good head, good brains, good
I'm than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights 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 think she

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
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

Got a pocket of Dead Prez
Attached to your girl a .jpeg
scene turn to a murder scene
Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard
I'm on and I'm on that promethazine
ain't nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her
I'm the type of nigga thats built to
You with me, Ill put my foot in your ass
I got a million in stash, I stack my so tall
That you 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 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 head almost a thug