Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P. (Remix)

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 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 head killed a thug

I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial with three
And I hit up every club in your city, niggas at?
I be in every in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was
On my cocaine cowboy shit, 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 Fresh
Looking like I to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch that, he need attention
man don't ball out like that, you need to bench him

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 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 bad bitches all in my section, just let some more 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 head, good brains, good education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, the situation: 1:45 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 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 killed 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
Took to the head almost killed a thug

Got a pocket full of Dead
to your girl like a .jpeg
Party scene turn to a scene
Keep on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I'm on and I'm on that promethazine
Life ain't nothin but a G
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 in stash, I stack 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 killed the
Took patron to the head almost killed a