Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P the remix 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 club P, don't fuck with no Cris
That ass watch can't fuck with my wrist
Them average ass hoes fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the wall
money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my
R.I.P. to the competition, is my summer

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

Don't start no shit, it won't be no
I can't yo bitch if I don't see yo bitch
We seen 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 killed 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

Pull up in this bitch and I'm and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, my season and shit
Stomach on belly roll, bitch I'm and shit
You a vegan and shit, get off my and shit
Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch back back
Pull it out the grab bag, turn ho to Baghdad
Bags on my eyes, I don't much, we up
Bitch I beat the beat up, the homies get you 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 automatic
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, a porno movie
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, is Com-Town gang
whoever 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 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 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 white girl look
OHB, my out here ballin'
And all fake ass artists, y'all niggas out here drawin'
Okay now dearly departed I bought a plane, I
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 gon' see the flashes, like you in a
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 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 killed a

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