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
a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood nigga, on everybody's list
Buy the whole P, don't fuck with no Cris
That average ass watch can't with my wrist
Them average ass hoes can't with my bitch
To the window, to the motherfuckin'
Enough money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin'
Got the in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer
R.I.P. to the competition, is my summer

R.I.P I kill the judge
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 in love
I can teach you how to fuck and how to stack
I ain't went Hollywood, you just act
Girl I know you want pipe like a crack bummy
Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a dummy

start no shit, it won't be no shit
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 Nino

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, almost killed a

Pull up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, my season and shit
Stomach on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and
You a vegan and shit, get off my and shit
Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga back
Pull it out the bag, turn this ho to Baghdad
Bags on my eyes, I 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, Compton I that
Long weave with extensions
17 with extension
Bumpin' Suga 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 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 the club
Took 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 niggas kill at will, give you eyed peas
And the molly make the white girl look
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 the bottom gon' and come out the closet
You problematic, I bought them ratchets and
Clip hold 32, I make you feel the
You see the flashes, like you in a pageant
All black suits, and long Caddys

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., 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, almost a thug