Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

R.I.P we killed the club
patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the
Too many in here, I don't feel 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 almost killed a thug

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

I'm gone, know where I'm going
on extra big, they on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let more in
And nigga came 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 head, good brains, good 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 mall
Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the
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 just the club
Took patron to the head almost 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

Got a full of Dead Prez
Attached to girl like 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, down her g-string
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 my money 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 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 just killed the
patron to the head almost killed a thug