Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P it's the remix
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, first on list
Buy the whole P, don't fuck with no Cris
That average ass watch can't fuck with my
average ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the wall
Enough in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall
Got the in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer
R.I.P. to the competition, is my summer

R.I.P I wanna kill the
lock the homie up, they don't 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 act funny
Girl I you want this pipe like a crack bummy
Stop playin', I'm hit like a crash dummy

Don't start no shit, it be no shit
I can't take yo bitch if I see yo bitch
We done seen that snow, Nat Geo
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 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, almost a thug

up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my and shit
Stomach on belly roll, I'm eatin' and shit
You a and shit, get off my penis and shit
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 the beat up, the homies get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut, Eric
Mossberg, 4 Bent, I live that
Long hair weave extensions
Glock 17 with
Bumpin' Free in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it like '97, watch a porno movie
Holla 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 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 just killed the
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 niggas kill at will, give you black eyed
And the molly make the white girl look
OHB, my out here ballin'
And all these fake ass artists, y'all out here drawin'
Okay now dearly I bought a plane, I departed
And if you from the bottom gon' and come out the closet
You problematic, I them ratchets and automatics
Clip hold 32, I make you feel the
You gon' see the flashes, like you in a
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 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 a thug

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 the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a