Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P it's the remix
Mike Jack was alive, I'd Thriller
star, bitch, spell it with a big T
Give a if I never be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's
Buy the whole club P, don't with no Cris
average ass watch can't fuck with my wrist
Them average ass hoes fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the motherfuckin'
Enough money in my to buy a motherfuckin' mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my
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 don't a fuck
Fuckin' with my ex I'm still 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 this pipe like a crack
Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a crash

start no shit, it won't be no shit
I can't take yo bitch if I see yo bitch
We done seen that snow, Nat Geo
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 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
Took to the head, almost killed a thug

Pull up in bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my 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 back that nigga back back
Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to
on my eyes, I don't sleep 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, I live that
hair weave with extensions
Glock 17 with
Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, a porno movie
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town
Fuck whoever don't like it, lil' be the name, 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 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

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