Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

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

R.I.P I wanna kill the
Tryna lock the 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 money
I ain't went Hollywood, you just act
Girl I know you want this pipe like a crack
Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a dummy

Don't start no shit, it be no shit
I can't take yo bitch if I 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
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
patron to the head, almost killed a thug

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

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

R.I.P. to the V.I.P
I got my niggas 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 niggas out here
And all these fake ass artists, y'all niggas out 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 them ratchets and
Clip hold 32, I make you feel the
You see the flashes, like 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 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
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
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