Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

R.I.P we just the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a
now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in here, I don't feel the
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 in a brand new top 'Rari with three bitches
being in the middle of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every club in city, where niggas at?
I be in every 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 head to toe, I'm Dougie
like I came 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 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 killed the club
Took patron to the head almost a thug

I'm gone, don't know where I'm
Pockets on extra big, on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my section, let some more in
And every nigga came in with kick your door in
Roll up, pass it like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we 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 time a nigga get to the crib, the open
Man the of this high-ass 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 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 killed the club
Took patron to the head almost killed a

Got a full of Dead Prez
Attached to your girl a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a scene
Keep shittin on niggas, need train, turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline and I'm on promethazine
Life ain't but a G thing
lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I'm the type of thats built to last
You fuck with me, Ill put my foot in ass
I got a in stash, I stack my money so tall
That you need a giraffe
you was countin 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 the club
Took patron to the head killed a thug