Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P it's the killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd Thriller
star, bitch, spell it with a big T
Give a if I never be a hot MC
I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's list
Buy the whole club P, don't with no Cris
That average ass watch fuck with my wrist
Them average ass hoes can't fuck my bitch
To the window, to the wall
Enough 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 kill the judge
Tryna lock the homie up, they don't feel the
I'm thirsty, but I don't a fuck
Fuckin' with my ex cause I'm still in
I can teach you how to 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

Don't start no shit, it won't be no
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
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, killed a thug

up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and
Stomach on belly roll, bitch I'm and shit
You a vegan and shit, get off my penis and
Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga back
it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad
Bags on my eyes, I sleep 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 that
Long hair weave with
Glock 17 extension
Bumpin' Free in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a movie
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is gang
Fuck whoever don't like it, lil' K-Dot be the name,

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
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 make the white girl look Chinese
OHB, my niggas out here
And all these fake ass artists, y'all out here drawin'
now dearly departed I bought a plane, I departed
And if you started from the bottom and come out the closet
You problematic, I bought them 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 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 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 just killed the
Took patron to the head, killed a thug