Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P. Story

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

As I hit in that Lamborghini swervin'
doors fly up, look like I'm riding in a bird
So sick, put the 22's a from the curb.
Watch the niggas fade away the smoke from the herb.
So I hop out, in my true denim,
Cause guns my religion,
And my Eagle's in 'em.
Then I out;
Like I should did when I was twelve, she had a miscarriage anyway,
Oh well, to my story.
I shootin' up the block
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 runnin' so fast that,
One nigga tripped so I him in the ass.
"Why you me do that?"
I'm usually a cool cat, like Herc, Kool G, or any other cool nigga that rap.
But I come 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 know you see him you will,
But I got one
"Nigga how does it feel that they're going now, and you're now?"
Put it to his dome, (BLAAAOW!) He is going now, bye.

My Air Force Ones are comfortable, but they not to last
when you chasin' motherfuckers up and down the ave.
Niggas hit a couple fences, ran through backyards,
And I am not Bush, I'm heading back 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 the cops yelling out, "Wait!"
So I turn around, my shit,
He said: "Aren't you the guy that used to sing 50 Cent?"
"Why, yes I am."
was my reply,
"My daughter loves songs, good day."
"Good bye!"