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
a damn if I never be a hot MC
Cause I'm a hood nigga, on everybody's list
Buy the whole club P, don't with no Cris
That ass watch can't fuck with my wrist
Them average ass can't fuck with my bitch
To the window, to the wall
money in my jeans to buy a motherfuckin' mall
Got the choppas in the back, bulletproof, my Hummer
R.I.P. to the competition, this is my

R.I.P I wanna kill the
lock the homie up, they don't feel the thug
I'm thirsty, but I give 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
Girl I you want this pipe like a crack bummy
playin', I'm tryna hit like a crash dummy

Don't start no shit, it won't be no
I can't yo bitch if I don't see yo bitch
We done seen that snow, Nat Geo
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 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 killed the
patron to the head, almost killed a thug

Pull up in this bitch and I'm beamin' and
Hundred hoes, hundredfold, my season 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 back that bitch nigga 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, little
Mossberg, 4 Bent, I live that
Long hair weave with
Glock 17 with
Bumpin' Suga Free in the automatic
T.V.'s in it it's '97, watch a porno movie
Holla Chitty Bang, this is Com-Town gang
Fuck whoever like it, lil' K-Dot 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 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 killed a

R.I.P. to the V.I.P
I got my niggas in the club, fuck I.D
My niggas at will, give you black eyed peas
And the molly make the girl look Chinese
OHB, my niggas out here
And all these ass artists, y'all niggas out here drawin'
Okay now dearly departed I bought a plane, I
And if you started from the bottom gon' and out the closet
You problematic, I them 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 long

R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just 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 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
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, killed a thug