Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

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

R.I.P I wanna kill the
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 went Hollywood, you just act funny
Girl I know you want pipe like a crack bummy
Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a dummy

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

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 killed a

Pull up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and
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
a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga back back
Pull it out the grab bag, turn 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, little
Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live
Long hair weave with
Glock 17 with
Bumpin' Suga Free in the dually
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a porno
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, is Com-Town gang
Fuck whoever don't like it, lil' 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, killed 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. to the V.I.P
I got my niggas in the club, fuck I.D
My kill at will, give you black eyed peas
And the molly the white girl look Chinese
OHB, my out here ballin'
And all these fake ass artists, y'all out here drawin'
Okay now dearly departed I a plane, I departed
And if you started the bottom gon' and come out the closet
You problematic, I bought ratchets and automatics
Clip hold 32, I make you the Magic
You gon' see the flashes, like you in a
All black suits, and them Caddys

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 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 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
patron to the head, almost killed a thug