Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

R.I.P the remix killer
Mike Jack was alive, I'd remix
Trap star, bitch, spell it a big T
a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood nigga, first on everybody's
Buy the club P, don't fuck with no Cris
That average ass watch can't fuck my wrist
average ass hoes can't fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the motherfuckin'
money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, that's my
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my

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

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

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 killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a

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

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 the club
Took patron to the head, killed 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, you black eyed peas
And the molly make the girl look Chinese
OHB, my niggas out here
And all these fake ass artists, y'all out here drawin'
Okay now dearly I bought a plane, I departed
And if you started from the bottom and come out the closet
You problematic, I bought ratchets and automatics
Clip 32, I make you feel the Magic
You see the flashes, like you in a pageant
All black suits, and them Caddys

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
patron 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

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