Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

[Intro: DJ (Childish Gambino)]
Is it too much to ask for
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has never a track together)
I it's 2014 man, c'mon really
(Well I thought we get everybody on the same track)
You could learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Stone

[Verse 1: Childish
a fuck about these haters man
I'm the flyest there's ever been
I'm always reppin' Mountain
You know my is sold out
You my smoke is so loud
It's still his business
Stay up out my
so vicious
When niggas shit, shut they mouth, catch what this is
I up in the party, we took all the bitches
They love how I move, we might need a
God damn, Summer looking son of Sam, I'm killin' niggas
with models and a couple strippers
She love my music so I in her
Damn I'm decent, Neeson
I'm takin' over, you sober
up and you finished last
I'm nigga, that's tear gas
Woooh, now I'm
Was that Bitch you guessed it (Oh shit!)

[Hook: Steve G
I bet you I can that ass hot
bae, drop it like a ass shot
Say my will make that ass hot
done, drop it like a ass shot
Boy got they ass hot
Go on nigga, 'em like a ass shot
Jump on this beat and get ass hot
Go on girl, drop it like a ass

2: Steve]
I am, the prince, two cups,
Our team, got money, hard, so don't hate
off, no way, we run it, it's too late
We sour, call that flowers
I just blew, a
My girl, so sweet, like Crème
But still, she that hood, red Kool-Aid
We on top, toupée, I got hits, touché
I did Rome in one day
I just out to Croat-ia
I'm independent man and still major
Young King so flashy got me lookin' lazers
Atlanta housewife I can make ya like
So let's play my, play ya
Get bands, head to la playa
My niggas is
My brothers the owner, with 'em get higher
spit fire, that flame is saliva
We're that got Nick Cannon's now
Make 'em you like Mariah, wassup

[Verse 3:
Start her off with gin and tonic, mine's a
Out in Vegas fool, you I'm bettin' double
Double your car note, double your rent
Ain't but house money, I ain't spent a cent
Mo' mo' problems, yeah that's official
I throw cash at it, that's my issue, it's hard
So I my boo boo hard that moo moo bags
If she mo', then girl I miss you, bye
But ain't no back
Cause I know it's a pile (you salty?)
I'm goin' Chevy with fuckin' gun style
No door handle, she high tryna how
While my auto mobile looks like Girls Gone
That's top off, drop offs
Slidin' with yo' dame
OG sativa baby, ahead for that air plane
Fuck with my money, and I'm at your house like the came
You the Swank lion, beast mode, untamed

[Verse 4:
Big homie you seen her
She got the dope breath, all white
Packed like Serena, maybe
I don't know, they both got ass
So of course he came to give you all these
And you can't ignore 'em, cause these adore 'em
Words hot, don't 'em
I just up, so please ho, keep up
ho, keep up
Ok, ok, ok, she getting money, no way
I met her on a Monday, but I fucked her back to
I told her she my Brandy, I'm her one and one Ye
Till she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai,