Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

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

I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial with three
And I hit up club 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 cowboy 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, from head to toe, I'm Dougie
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 killed 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 killed a

I'm gone, don't know where I'm
on extra big, they on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let some in
And every nigga in with me'll kick your 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 drunker than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the broken
By the time a nigga get to the crib, the open
Man the nerve of this bitch, she on the molly
She she she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle

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 just killed the
Took patron to the head almost killed a

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