Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

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

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

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

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

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

Pull up in this and I'm beamin' and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, my season and shit
Stomach on roll, bitch I'm eatin' and shit
You a vegan and shit, get off my and shit
Look a bad bitch, I back bitch nigga back back
Pull it out the bag, turn this ho to Baghdad
Bags on my eyes, I sleep much, we up
Bitch I beat the beat up, the get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut, little
Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live
Long hair with extensions
Glock 17 extension
Bumpin' Suga in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a movie
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town
Fuck whoever don't 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
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, almost killed a

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 make the white girl look Chinese
OHB, my out here ballin'
And all these fake ass artists, y'all niggas out here
Okay now dearly I bought a plane, I departed
And if you from the bottom gon' and come out the closet
You problematic, I bought them and automatics
Clip hold 32, I make you the Magic
You gon' see the flashes, you in a pageant
All black suits, and them long

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just killed the
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, 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, killed a thug

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