Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P the remix killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix
star, bitch, spell it with a big T
Give a if I never be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on list
Buy the whole club P, don't with no Cris
That average ass watch fuck with my wrist
Them average ass hoes can't fuck with my
To the window, to the wall
Enough in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my

R.I.P I wanna the judge
Tryna lock the homie up, they feel the thug
I'm thirsty, but I give a fuck
Fuckin' with my ex cause I'm still in
I can teach you how to fuck and how to stack
I ain't went Hollywood, you just act
Girl I you want this pipe like a crack bummy
Stop playin', I'm hit like a crash dummy

Don't start no shit, it be no shit
I take yo bitch if I don't see yo bitch
We seen that snow, Nat Geo bitch
Cancel her and get like I'm Nino bitch

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just killed the
patron to the head, almost killed a thug

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just killed the
Took to the head, almost killed a thug

up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and
Stomach on roll, bitch I'm eatin' and shit
You a and shit, get off my penis and shit
Look a bad bitch, I back bitch nigga back back
it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad
Bags on my eyes, I sleep much, we up
Bitch I the beat up, the homies get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut, little
Mossberg, 4 Bent, I live that
hair weave with extensions
Glock 17 extension
Bumpin' Free in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, a porno movie
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is gang
Fuck whoever don't like it, K-Dot be the name, bitch

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we killed the club
patron to the head, almost killed a thug

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just the club
patron to the head, almost killed a thug

R.I.P. to the V.I.P
I got my niggas in the club, fuck I.D
My niggas kill at will, give you black peas
And the molly make the white girl look
OHB, my niggas out ballin'
And all fake ass artists, y'all niggas out here drawin'
now dearly departed I bought a plane, I departed
And if you from the bottom gon' and come out the closet
You problematic, I them ratchets and automatics
Clip hold 32, I make you the Magic
You see the flashes, like you in a pageant
All suits, and them long Caddys

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just the club
patron to the head, almost killed a thug

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just the club
patron to the head, almost killed a thug

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we killed the club
Took patron to the head, killed a thug

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just the club
Took patron to the head, killed a thug