Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P it's the remix
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix
Trap star, bitch, spell it a big T
Give a 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 fuck with my wrist
Them ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the wall
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 wanna kill the
Tryna lock the homie up, they don't feel the
I'm thirsty, but I give a fuck
with my ex cause I'm still in love
I can teach you how to fuck and how to money
I went Hollywood, you just act funny
Girl I know you want pipe like a crack bummy
Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a dummy

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

Pull up in bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
hoes, hundredfold, this my season and shit
Stomach on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and
You a and shit, get off my penis and shit
Look a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga 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 beat up, the homies get you up
And R.I.P to p-nut, Eric
Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I that
Long hair weave extensions
Glock 17 with
Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic
T.V.'s in it like it's '97, watch a porno
Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang
Fuck whoever don't like it, lil' K-Dot be the name,

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 to the head, almost killed 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 eyed peas
And the make the white girl look Chinese
OHB, my niggas out ballin'
And all these ass artists, y'all niggas out here drawin'
Okay now departed I bought a plane, I departed
And if you started the bottom gon' and come out the closet
You problematic, I bought ratchets and automatics
hold 32, I make you feel the Magic
You gon' see the flashes, you in a pageant
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, almost killed a

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 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, killed a thug