Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P. Story

I gotta sing you rap niggas a before I put you to bed
So close your eyes just one last as I put you sleep
Nigga rest in peace, you don't no beef,
Don't make me the piece on em, throw up the peace on you
Rest in peace, you don't no beef,
Don't me pull the piece on em, throw up the peace on you

As I hit corners in that swervin'
Them fly up, look like I'm riding in a bird
So sick, put the 22's a inch the curb.
Watch the niggas fade like the smoke from the herb.
So I hop out, in my religion denim,
Cause my true religion,
And my Eagle's in 'em.
I pull out;
Like I have did when I was twelve, she had a miscarriage anyway,
Oh well, to my story.
I start up the block
They up block, "Oh shit! It's the cops!"
No is not, (woohoohoohoo)
It's the ambulance, put another clip in and let the hammer dance.

I swear to God, these niggas runnin' so fast that,
One tripped so I shot him in the ass.
"Why you me do that?"
I'm usually a cool cat, like Kool Herc, G, or any other cool nigga that rap.
But I ain't to talk, I came for revenge; to avenge the death for my hip-hop friends.
I know, I know you never meant to get 'em killed, never to drive the car,
never handed you the steel
Apologize now. I when you see him you will,
But I got one
"Nigga how does it feel they're going now, and you're going now?"
Put it to his dome, (BLAAAOW!) He is home now, bye.

My Air Force Ones are comfortable, but not built to last
Especially when you motherfuckers up and down the ave.
hit a couple fences, ran through some backyards,
And I am not Reggie Bush, I'm heading to my car.
As I around the corner, I was like,
"Damn! Los Angeles behind my Lam - Bo."
Runnin' my plates, I can hit the gate,
I can hear the yelling out, "Wait!"
So I turn around, my shit,
He said: "Aren't you the guy used to sing with 50 Cent?"
"Why, yes I am."
was my reply,
"My daughter your songs, good day."
"Good bye!"