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
now I'm so high I can't 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 killed the
Took patron to the head almost a thug

I'm in a brand new top 'Rari with three bitches
Tired being in the middle of trial with three
And I hit up club in your city, where niggas at?
I be in every in the hood, where niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was
On my cowboy shit, like in the 80's
Who the nigga think he is Slick or Dana Dane
Think he or somethin, look at his chain
Myself, from head to toe, I'm Fresh
Looking like I to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga a watch like that, he need attention
Your man don't 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
patron 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
patron to the head almost killed a thug

I'm gone, don't know where I'm
Pockets on big, they on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let more in
And every nigga came in with me'll kick door in
Roll up, pass it like 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 situation: 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 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
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 killed a

Got a pocket full of Dead
Attached to your girl a .jpeg
Party scene to a murder scene
shittin on niggas, need potty train, turn up, collard green
I'm on and I'm on that promethazine
Life nothin but a G thing
lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I'm the type of nigga thats to last
You fuck me, Ill put my foot in your ass
I got a in stash, I stack my money so tall
you might 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 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 to the head almost killed a thug