Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P the remix killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd Thriller
star, bitch, spell it with 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 ass watch can't fuck with my wrist
Them average ass hoes can't fuck my bitch
To the window, to the wall
Enough in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, 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
Fuckin' with my ex I'm still in love
I can you how to fuck and how to stack money
I went Hollywood, you just act funny
Girl I know you want this pipe like a bummy
Stop playin', I'm tryna hit a crash dummy

start no shit, it won't 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 another like I'm Nino

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 killed the
Took patron to the head, almost a thug

Pull up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and
on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and shit
You a and shit, get off my penis and shit
Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch back back
Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to
on my eyes, I don't sleep much, we up
Bitch I the beat up, the homies get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut, little
Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I that
Long weave with extensions
17 with extension
Bumpin' Suga in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a porno
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 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, almost a thug

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

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