Luyện nghe bài hát AssShots (Remix)

[Intro: DJ (Childish Gambino)]
Is it too much to ask for
(Alright, alright)
(Royalty has done a track together)
I it's 2014 man, c'mon really
(Well I thought we get everybody on the same track)
You niggas learn a lot by now
(I'll go first)
Mountain

[Verse 1: Gambino]
Give a fuck about haters man
I'm the flyest that there's been
I'm reppin' Stone Mountain
You know my show is out
You know my smoke is so
It's about his business
Stay up out my
Flow so
When niggas talkin' shit, they mouth, catch what this is
I walk up in the party, we all the bitches
They love how I move, we need a minute
God damn, Summer looking like son of Sam, I'm killin'
Hang with models and a couple
She my music so I nutted in her
Damn I'm decent, Liam
I'm takin' over, you plain
Gassed up and you last
I'm crying nigga, tear gas
Woooh, now I'm
Was that Bitch you guessed it (Oh shit!)

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

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

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

[Verse 4:
Big homie have you her
She got the dope breath, all nina
Packed like Serena, Trina
Shit I don't know, they got ass
So of course he came to give you all courses
And you ignore 'em, cause these hoes adore 'em
hot, don't slur 'em
I just speak up, so please ho, up
Please ho, up
Ok, ok, ok, she ain't money, no way
I met her on a Monday, but I her back to Sunday
I her she my Brandy, I'm her one and only one Ye
she drove off the driveway in her '97 Hyundai, bitch