Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P the remix killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix
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 with no
That average ass watch can't fuck my wrist
Them ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the motherfuckin'
money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my

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

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

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 killed the club
Took patron to the head, killed a thug

up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, my season and shit
Stomach on 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 back back
Pull it out the grab bag, turn 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, Compton I live
Long hair weave with
Glock 17 with
Suga 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 whoever don't 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, 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 black eyed
And the molly make the white girl look
OHB, my niggas out ballin'
And all these ass artists, y'all niggas out here drawin'
now dearly departed I bought a plane, I departed
And if you started from the bottom gon' and come out the
You problematic, I bought ratchets and automatics
hold 32, I make you feel the Magic
You see the flashes, like 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 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 killed 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 killed the club
Took to the head, almost killed a thug