Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P it's the killer
Mike was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, bitch, spell it a big T
Give a damn if I be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's
Buy the whole club P, don't fuck no Cris
That average ass watch can't fuck with my
Them ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the wall
Enough money in my jeans to buy a mall
Got the in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer
R.I.P. to the competition, is my summer

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

Don't start no shit, it be no shit
I can't take yo bitch if I don't see yo
We done seen that snow, Nat Geo
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 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 killed the
Took patron to the head, almost a thug

up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, my season and shit
on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and shit
You a vegan and shit, get off my and shit
Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch back back
it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad
Bags on my eyes, I don't much, we up
I beat the beat up, the homies get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut, Eric
Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live
Long weave with extensions
17 with extension
Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, a porno movie
Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang
Fuck don't 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
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 a thug

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

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 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 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 killed the club
Took to the head, almost killed a thug