Luyện nghe bài hát Rip (Remix)

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

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

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

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 just the club
Took patron to the head, almost a thug

Pull up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, this my and shit
Stomach on belly roll, bitch I'm eatin' and
You a vegan and shit, get off my penis and
Look a bad bitch, I that bitch nigga back back
Pull it out the bag, turn this ho to Baghdad
Bags on my eyes, I don't much, we up
Bitch I beat the up, the homies get you beat up
And R.I.P to p-nut, Eric
Mossberg, 4 Bent, I live that
Long hair weave extensions
17 with extension
Bumpin' Free in the automatic dually
T.V.'s in it it's '97, watch a porno movie
Holla Chitty Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town
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 killed 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 just 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 kill at will, give you black eyed peas
And the molly make the girl 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 from the gon' and come out the closet
You problematic, I bought ratchets and automatics
Clip 32, I make you feel the Magic
You gon' see the flashes, like you in a
All black suits, and them long

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

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 a thug

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
Took patron to the head, almost killed a