Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

R.I.P we just killed the
Drank patron out the bottle almost a thug
Right now I'm so high I feel the drugs
Too haters in here, I don't feel the love
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we killed the club
Took patron to the almost killed a thug

I'm in a brand new drop top 'Rari with bitches
being in the middle of trial with three snitches
And I hit up every club in your city, where at?
I be in every club in the hood, niggas at?
Pull up, jump out stuntin like I was
On my cocaine cowboy shit, in the 80's
Who the think he is Slick Rick or Dana Dane
he Rakim or somethin, look at his chain
Myself, from head to toe, I'm Dougie
Looking like I came to play, Mitchell and
Any nigga a watch like that, he need attention
Your man don't ball out like that, you to bench him

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 almost killed a

I'm gone, know where I'm going
on extra big, they on Samoan
Got bad bitches all in my section, just let some more in
And every nigga came in with me'll kick door in
Roll up, it around like we Jamaican
Whole strapped up in this bitch like we some Hatians
She got good head, good brains, good
I'm than a motherfucker, here's the situation: 1:45 am, the nights broken
By the time a get to the crib, the mall open
Man the of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly
She said she she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she she Halle

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just killed the
patron to the head almost 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

Got a full of Dead Prez
Attached to your like a .jpeg
scene turn to a murder scene
Keep shittin on niggas, potty train, turn up, collard green
I'm on gasoline and I'm on promethazine
ain't nothin but a G thing
Switch lanes, get brain, hand down her
I'm the of nigga thats built to last
You fuck with me, Ill put my in your ass
I got a million in stash, I stack my money so
That you might need a
you was countin this cash, nigga!

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
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