Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P. Story

I gotta sing you rap niggas a song I put you to bed
So close your eyes just one last time as I put you
Nigga in peace, you don't want no beef,
make me pull the piece on em, throw up the peace on you
Rest in peace, you want 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.
the niggas fade away like the smoke from the herb.
So I hop out, in my true denim,
Cause my true religion,
And my Desert in 'em.
I pull out;
Like I should have did when I was twelve, she had a 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 in and let the hammer dance.

I swear to God, niggas runnin' so fuckin' fast that,
One tripped so I shot him in the ass.
"Why you me do that?"
I'm usually a cool cat, Kool Herc, Kool 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 you never meant to get 'em killed, never meant 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 that 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 they not to last
Especially you chasin' motherfuckers up and down the ave.
hit a couple fences, ran through some 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 used to sing with 50 Cent?"
"Why, yes I am."
was my reply,
"My daughter your songs, good day."
"Good bye!"