Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P it's the killer
Mike was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, bitch, spell it a big T
a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on list
Buy the whole club P, don't with no Cris
That average ass watch can't fuck my wrist
average ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the wall
Enough money in my jeans to buy a mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my
R.I.P. to the competition, is my summer

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

Don't start no shit, it 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 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, 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

Pull up in this and I'm beamin' and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my season and
Stomach on belly roll, I'm eatin' and shit
You a and shit, get off my penis and shit
Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga 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 hair weave with
17 with extension
Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a porno
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is gang
Fuck whoever 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 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

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 molly make the white girl Chinese
OHB, my out here ballin'
And all these fake ass artists, niggas out here drawin'
Okay now departed I bought a plane, I departed
And if you from 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, 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 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, killed a thug

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