Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P it's the killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix
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 list
Buy the whole club P, don't with no Cris
That average ass watch fuck with my wrist
Them average ass can't fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the motherfuckin'
Enough money in my to buy a motherfuckin' mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, my Hummer
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my

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

start no shit, it won't be no shit
I can't take yo bitch if I don't see yo
We seen that snow, Nat Geo bitch
Cancel her and get another I'm Nino 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 to the head, almost killed a thug

Pull up in this bitch and I'm and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and
Stomach on belly roll, I'm eatin' and shit
You a vegan and shit, get off my penis and
Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga back
Pull it out the grab bag, 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
hair weave with extensions
Glock 17 extension
Bumpin' Suga Free in the dually
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a porno
Chitty Chitty Bang, this 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, 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, almost killed a

R.I.P. to the V.I.P
I got my niggas in the club, fuck I.D
My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed
And the molly make the white girl look
OHB, my niggas out ballin'
And all these fake ass artists, niggas out here drawin'
Okay now departed I bought a plane, I departed
And if you started from the gon' and come out the closet
You problematic, I bought ratchets and automatics
Clip hold 32, I make you feel the
You see the flashes, like you in a pageant
All black suits, and them 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
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
patron to the head, almost killed a thug