Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P. (Remix)

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 killed the club
Took patron to the 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 your city, where at?
I be in every in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, 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
Think he Rakim or somethin, at his chain
Myself, from to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and
Any nigga with a 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 just the club
Took patron to the head killed a thug

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

Got a pocket of Dead Prez
to your girl like a .jpeg
Party turn to a murder scene
Keep on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline and I'm on that
ain't nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her
I'm the of nigga thats built to last
You fuck with me, Ill put my in your ass
I got a million in stash, I stack my money so
That you might 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
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