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 time 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 make me pull the on em, throw up the peace on you

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

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

My Air Force are comfortable, but they not built to last
when you chasin' motherfuckers up and down the ave.
Niggas hit a couple fences, ran through backyards,
And I am not Reggie Bush, I'm back to my car.
As I walked the corner, I was like,
"Damn! Los PD's behind my Lam - Bo."
my plates, before I can hit the gate,
I can the cops yelling out, "Wait!"
So I around, approach my shit,
He "Aren't you the guy that used to sing with 50 Cent?"
"Why, yes I am."
was my reply,
"My daughter loves your songs, day."
"Good bye!"