Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P it's the killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd Thriller
Trap star, bitch, it with 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 fuck no Cris
That ass watch can't fuck with my wrist
Them average ass can't fuck 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 the judge
Tryna lock the homie up, they feel the thug
I'm thirsty, but I don't give a
Fuckin' with my ex cause I'm still in
I can teach you how to fuck and how to money
I ain't went Hollywood, you just act
Girl I know you this 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 that snow, Nat Geo
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
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

up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and
on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and shit
You a vegan and shit, get off my and shit
Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga back
Pull it out the grab bag, this ho to Baghdad
Bags on my eyes, I sleep much, we up
Bitch I beat the beat up, the get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut, Eric
Mossberg, 4 Bent, I live that
Long hair weave extensions
Glock 17 extension
Bumpin' Free in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it it's '97, watch a porno movie
Holla Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang
Fuck whoever 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, almost 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. to the V.I.P
I got my niggas in the club, fuck I.D
My niggas kill at will, give you eyed peas
And the molly make the white girl look
OHB, my niggas out here
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 gon' and out the closet
You problematic, I bought ratchets and automatics
Clip hold 32, I make you the Magic
You gon' see the flashes, you in a pageant
All black suits, and them long

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 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 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 patron to the head, almost killed a