Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P. (Remix)

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R.I.P we just the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost a thug
Right now I'm so 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 just killed the
Took patron to the head almost killed a

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, where at?
I be in club in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, out stuntin like I was Baby
On my cocaine shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga think he is Slick Rick or Dana
Think he or somethin, look at his chain
Myself, from to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and
Any nigga with a watch 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 to the head 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 almost killed a thug

I'm gone, know where I'm going
Pockets on big, they on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let some in
And every nigga came in with me'll kick door in
Roll up, pass it like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this like we some Hatians
She got good head, brains, good education
I'm than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken
By the time a get to the crib, the mall open
Man the nerve of this high-ass bitch, she on the
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 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 the club
patron to the head almost killed a thug

Got a pocket full of Prez
Attached to your like a .jpeg
Party turn to a murder scene
Keep shittin on niggas, need 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, down her g-string
I'm the type of nigga built to last
You with me, Ill put my foot in your ass
I got a million in stash, I stack my so tall
That you need a giraffe
When you was countin 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 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 killed a thug