Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

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

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

I'm gone, don't know where I'm
Pockets on big, they on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let more in
And every nigga came in with me'll kick door in
Roll up, pass it around we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this like we some Hatians
She got good head, good brains, education
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 open
Man the nerve of high-ass bitch, she on the molly
She said she she want me to her Ms. Berry, she think 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 head almost killed a
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

Got a pocket full of Prez
to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene to a murder scene
Keep shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, green
I'm on and I'm on that promethazine
Life ain't 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 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 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 just the club
patron to the head almost killed a thug