Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P it's the remix
Jack was alive, I'd remix Thriller
Trap star, bitch, spell it a big T
Give a if I never be a hot MC
I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's list
Buy the whole club P, don't fuck with no
That average ass watch can't fuck with my
Them average ass hoes fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the wall
Enough money in my jeans to buy a mall
Got the in the back, bulletproof, that's my Hummer
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my

R.I.P I kill the judge
lock the homie up, they don't feel the thug
I'm thirsty, but I don't a fuck
Fuckin' with my ex cause I'm in love
I can you how to fuck and how to stack money
I ain't went Hollywood, you act funny
I know you want this pipe like a crack bummy
Stop playin', I'm tryna hit like a dummy

Don't start no shit, it won't be no
I can't take yo if I don't see yo bitch
We done seen snow, Nat Geo bitch
Cancel her and get another I'm Nino bitch

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

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

Pull up in bitch and I'm beamin' and shit
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my and shit
on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and shit
You a vegan and shit, get off my and shit
a bad bitch, I back that bitch nigga back back
Pull it out the grab bag, turn this ho to
Bags on my eyes, I sleep much, we up
Bitch I beat the beat up, the get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut, little
Mossberg, 4 Bent, Compton I live
hair weave with extensions
Glock 17 with
Bumpin' Free in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it like '97, watch a porno movie
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, is Com-Town gang
Fuck whoever don't it, lil' K-Dot be the name, bitch

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, almost a thug

R.I.P. to the V.I.P
I got my lil' in the club, fuck I.D
My niggas kill at will, give you black eyed
And the molly make the white look Chinese
OHB, my out here ballin'
And all these fake ass artists, y'all niggas out drawin'
Okay now dearly departed I bought a plane, I
And if you started the bottom gon' and come out the closet
You problematic, I bought them ratchets and
hold 32, I make you feel the Magic
You gon' see the flashes, like you in a
All suits, and them long Caddys

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

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 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, killed a thug