Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P it's the killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix
star, bitch, spell it with a big T
Give a damn if I be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood nigga, on everybody's list
Buy the whole club P, don't fuck with no
That average ass watch can't with my wrist
average ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the wall
Enough money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin'
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, my Hummer
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my

R.I.P I wanna kill the
Tryna lock the homie up, they feel the thug
I'm thirsty, but I give a fuck
Fuckin' 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 you want this pipe like a crack bummy
Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a dummy

Don't no shit, it won't be no shit
I take yo bitch if I don't see yo bitch
We done that snow, Nat Geo bitch
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 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 killed the
Took patron to the head, killed a thug

Pull up in bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
hoes, hundredfold, this my season and shit
Stomach on belly roll, bitch I'm and shit
You a and shit, get off my penis and shit
Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch back back
Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to
Bags on my eyes, I don't much, we up
Bitch I beat the beat up, the get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut, little
Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live
hair weave with extensions
Glock 17 with
Bumpin' Free in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it it's '97, watch a porno movie
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, 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
Took patron to the head, 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

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