Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P it's the killer
Mike was alive, I'd remix Thriller
star, bitch, spell it with a big T
Give a damn if I be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on list
Buy the club P, don't fuck with no Cris
That average ass watch fuck with my wrist
Them average ass can't fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the motherfuckin'
money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall
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 a fuck
Fuckin' my ex cause I'm still in love
I can teach you how to fuck and how to money
I ain't went Hollywood, you just act
Girl I you want this pipe like a crack bummy
Stop playin', I'm tryna hit a crash dummy

Don't no shit, it won't be no shit
I can't yo bitch if I don't see yo bitch
We done that snow, Nat Geo bitch
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 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 just killed the
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
Stomach on belly roll, bitch I'm 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, turn 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
hair weave with extensions
Glock 17 extension
Bumpin' Suga Free in the dually
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a porno
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is 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 killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost a thug

R.I.P. to the V.I.P
I got my lil' niggas in the club, I.D
My niggas kill at will, you black eyed peas
And the molly make the white look Chinese
OHB, my niggas out here
And all these fake ass artists, y'all niggas out here
Okay now dearly departed I bought a plane, I
And if you started the bottom gon' and come out the closet
You problematic, I bought them and automatics
Clip hold 32, I make you feel the
You gon' see the flashes, 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 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 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 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