Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P. (Remix)

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R.I.P we just killed the
Drank patron out the bottle almost a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't the drugs
Too many haters in here, I feel the love
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 in a brand new drop top 'Rari with bitches
Tired being in the of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every club in your city, niggas at?
I be in every club in the hood, 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, look at his
Myself, from to toe, I'm Dougie Fresh
Looking I came to play, Mitchell and Ness
Any nigga with a watch like that, he need
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 head killed a thug
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

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

Got a full of Dead Prez
Attached to your like a .jpeg
scene turn to a murder scene
Keep shittin on niggas, potty train, turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline and I'm on promethazine
Life ain't but a G thing
lanes, get brain, hand down her g-string
I'm the type of thats built to last
You with me, Ill put my foot in your ass
I got a million in stash, I my money so tall
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 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 the club
Took patron to the head almost a thug