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 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 killed the club
Took patron to the head killed a thug

I'm in a brand new top 'Rari with three bitches
Tired being in the of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every club in your city, where at?
I be in every in the hood, where 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 Rick or Dana
Think he Rakim or somethin, at his chain
Myself, head 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 like that, you need to him

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
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

I'm gone, don't where I'm going
on extra big, they on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let more in
And every nigga came in with kick your door in
Roll up, pass it around like we
Whole pounds strapped up in bitch like we some Hatians
She got good head, good brains, good
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: am, the nights broken
By the time a 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
Took patron to the head 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 almost killed a thug

Got a full of Dead Prez
Attached to your girl a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a murder
shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I'm on and I'm on that promethazine
Life ain't but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her
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 so tall
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 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