Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P the remix killer
Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, bitch, it with a big T
a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's
Buy the whole club P, don't fuck with no
That average ass watch fuck with my wrist
Them average ass hoes 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, my Hummer
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my

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

start 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 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 killed the club
patron to the head, almost killed a thug

Pull up in this bitch and I'm and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, my season and shit
on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and shit
You a vegan and shit, get off my and shit
Look a bad bitch, I that bitch nigga back back
Pull it out the grab bag, this ho to Baghdad
on my eyes, I don't sleep much, we up
Bitch I beat the up, the homies get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut, little
Mossberg, 4 Bent, I live that
Long hair weave with
Glock 17 with
Suga Free in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it it's '97, watch a porno movie
Chitty 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
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
patron to the head, almost killed 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, you black eyed peas
And the molly make the white girl look
OHB, my out here ballin'
And all these fake ass artists, niggas out here drawin'
Okay now dearly I bought a plane, I departed
And if you started the bottom gon' and come out the closet
You problematic, I bought them ratchets and
hold 32, I make you feel the Magic
You gon' see the flashes, you in a pageant
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 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 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 a thug