Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P the remix killer
Mike was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, bitch, spell it a big T
Give a damn if I be a hot MC
I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's list
Buy the club P, don't fuck with no Cris
That ass watch can't fuck with my wrist
Them average ass hoes fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the wall
money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' 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 don't the thug
I'm thirsty, but I give a fuck
with my ex cause I'm still in love
I can teach you how to and how to stack money
I went Hollywood, you just act funny
I know you want this 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 bitch if I don't see yo
We done seen snow, Nat Geo bitch
Cancel her and get another 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 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

Pull up in bitch and I'm beamin' 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 back that nigga back back
it out the grab bag, turn this ho to Baghdad
Bags on my eyes, I don't much, we up
Bitch I the beat up, the homies get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut, little
Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I that
Long weave with extensions
17 with extension
Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic
T.V.'s in it it's '97, watch a porno movie
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town
whoever 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 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
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 black eyed
And the molly make the girl look Chinese
OHB, my niggas out ballin'
And all fake ass artists, y'all niggas 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 them ratchets and automatics
Clip 32, I make you feel 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 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 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 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