Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P the remix killer
Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, bitch, spell it a big T
Give a if I never be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's
Buy the whole club P, don't fuck with no
That average ass can't fuck with my wrist
Them ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch
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 up, they don't feel the thug
I'm thirsty, but I don't a fuck
Fuckin' with my ex cause I'm in love
I can you how to fuck and how to stack money
I ain't Hollywood, you just act funny
I know you want this pipe like a crack bummy
Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a dummy

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

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

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

Pull up in this 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
a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga back back
Pull it out the grab bag, this ho to Baghdad
Bags on my eyes, I don't much, we up
Bitch I the beat up, the homies get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut, Eric
Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live
Long hair with extensions
Glock 17 with
Bumpin' Suga Free in the dually
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a porno
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is gang
Fuck whoever like it, lil' 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 killed the club
Took patron to the head, killed a thug

R.I.P. to the V.I.P
I got my lil' niggas in the club, I.D
My kill at will, give you black eyed peas
And the molly make the girl look Chinese
OHB, my niggas out ballin'
And all these fake ass artists, y'all out here drawin'
Okay now departed I bought a plane, I departed
And if you started from the bottom gon' and come out the
You problematic, I bought ratchets and automatics
hold 32, I make you feel the Magic
You gon' see the flashes, 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
Took 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, almost killed a

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

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