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
rest in peace, you don't want no beef,
Don't make me pull the piece on em, throw up the on you
Rest in peace, you want no beef,
Don't make me pull the piece on em, throw up the on you

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

I swear to God, these niggas 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 cool nigga that rap.
But I ain't come to talk, I for revenge; to avenge the death for my hip-hop friends.
I know, I know you meant to get 'em killed, never meant to drive the car,
never handed you the steel
Apologize now. I know you see him you will,
But I got one
"Nigga how it feel that they're going now, and you're going now?"
Put it to his dome, (BLAAAOW!) He is going now, bye.

My Air Force Ones are comfortable, but not built to last
Especially when you chasin' up and down the ave.
Niggas hit a fences, ran through some backyards,
And I am not Reggie Bush, I'm back to my car.
As I around the corner, I was like,
"Damn! Los Angeles PD's 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 that used to with 50 Cent?"
"Why, yes I am."
was my reply,
"My daughter loves your songs, day."
"Good bye!"