Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P. (Remix)

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R.I.P we killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I feel 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 three
being in the middle of trial with three snitches
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 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 Fresh
Looking like I came to play, and Ness
Any nigga with a like that, he need attention
Your man 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 killed 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 the club
Took patron to the almost killed a thug

I'm gone, don't where I'm going
Pockets on big, they on Samoan
Got some bad all in my section, just let some more in
And every nigga came in with me'll your door in
up, pass it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds up in this bitch like we some Hatians
She got good head, good brains, good
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken
By the a nigga get to the crib, the mall 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 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

Got a pocket full of Dead
Attached to your girl a .jpeg
Party scene to a murder scene
Keep shittin on niggas, need train, turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline and I'm on promethazine
Life nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand 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
you might 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 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 killed the
Took patron to the head almost a thug