Luyện nghe bài hát R.I.P. Story

I gotta sing you rap niggas a song I put you to bed
So close your eyes just one last time as I put you
rest in peace, you don't want no beef,
Don't make me pull the on em, throw up the peace on you
Rest in peace, you don't no beef,
make me pull the piece on em, throw up the peace on you

As I hit corners in that Lamborghini
Them doors fly up, like I'm riding in a bird
So sick, put the 22's a from the curb.
the niggas fade away like the smoke from the herb.
So I hop out, in my true denim,
guns my true religion,
And my Eagle's in 'em.
Then I pull
Like I should did when I was twelve, she had a miscarriage anyway,
Oh well, to my story.
I start up the block
shootin' up block, "Oh shit! It's the cops!"
No is not, (woohoohoohoo)
It's just the ambulance, put another clip in and let the dance.

I swear to God, niggas runnin' so fuckin' fast that,
One nigga tripped so I him in the ass.
"Why you me do that?"
I'm usually a cool cat, like Kool Herc, G, or any other cool nigga that rap.
But I ain't come to talk, I came for revenge; to avenge the death for my friends.
I know, I know you never meant to get 'em killed, never to drive the car,
They handed you the steel
Apologize now. I know you see him you will,
But I got one
"Nigga how does it feel that they're going now, and going now?"
Put it to his dome, (BLAAAOW!) He is home now, bye.

My Air Force Ones are comfortable, but they not built to
Especially when you chasin' up and down the ave.
Niggas hit a fences, ran through some backyards,
And I am not Reggie Bush, I'm back to my car.
As I walked the corner, I was like,
"Damn! Los Angeles PD's my Lam - Bo."
Runnin' my plates, I can hit the gate,
I can hear the yelling out, "Wait!"
So I around, approach my shit,
He said: "Aren't you the guy that used to with 50 Cent?"
"Why, yes I am."
was my reply,
"My daughter loves songs, good day."
"Good bye!"