Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P.

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

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

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P we just 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 killed the club
Took patron to the head killed a thug

I'm gone, don't where I'm going
on extra big, they on Samoan
Got some bad bitches all in my section, just let some in
And every nigga in with me'll kick your door in
Roll up, it around like we Jamaican
Whole pounds strapped up in this bitch like we some
She got good head, good brains, education
I'm drunker than a motherfucker, here's the 1:45 am, the nights broken
By the a nigga get to the crib, the mall open
Man the of this high-ass bitch, she on the molly
She she she want me to call her Ms. Berry, she think she Halle

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
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

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

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 patron to the head killed a thug