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 one last time as I put you sleep
Nigga rest in peace, you want no beef,
Don't make me pull the piece on em, throw up the on you
Rest in peace, you want no beef,
make me pull the piece on em, throw up the peace on you

As I hit corners in Lamborghini swervin'
Them doors fly up, look like I'm riding in a
So sick, put the 22's a inch the curb.
the niggas fade away like the smoke from the herb.
So I hop out, in my religion denim,
guns my true religion,
And my Desert in 'em.
Then I pull
Like I have did when I was twelve, she had a miscarriage anyway,
Oh well, to my story.
I shootin' up the block
shootin' 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, niggas 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 that rap.
But I ain't come to talk, I came for revenge; to avenge the death for my friends.
I know, I know you never meant to get 'em killed, never meant to the car,
They handed you the steel
now. I know when 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
Especially when you chasin' motherfuckers up and the ave.
Niggas hit a couple fences, ran some backyards,
And I am not Bush, I'm heading back to my car.
As I walked the corner, I was like,
"Damn! Los Angeles behind my Lam - Bo."
my plates, before 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 with 50 Cent?"
"Why, yes I am."
was my reply,
"My daughter loves your songs, day."
"Good bye!"