Luyện nghe bài hát Down Right

Yea, yea. Cause we to get down right. Yea, yea, yea (clears throat)

Cause we came to get right, yea
Eyes low the weed we roll and I'm in my zone
Cause we came to get right, yea
slow, with the bass up mo', till the speakers blow
Cause we to get down right
Damn right, sloppy drunk
And we came to get right
right, green up in my blunt
This what it sounds (x2)
I don't about you, but I came to get down right

1]
Three below, cold on the scene I freak the flow
Full zip lock, got the weed to roll, thick chick with the d's leaving o-
Ver my center console in my vehicle, unzip my pants, give my a pull
And even though, I put a little MDMA in your mom's martini (she even know it)
We back to rip it, I'm classic, it's past
I'm smashing these whack rappers, and with critics
At the same time, I'm rolling up and hit it, and drinking liquor till they telling me I'm past the limit
I'm half smashed and baked, with accur-ate, flow that's so damn hot I'll evaporate
Let me elaborate, I'm with chick in the back on my lap doing things that her dad would hate, so get

2]
Webby up next, success on the front
Ticking bomb, someone dial up Funk Flex
Time to set me off bitch, none left the dust sets
Got em upset, that I do it this big, white kid never give a fuck less
never pass a drug test, cause I came to get down right man, why you up left?
Hutt one, hutt two, let it go yo, Tony with a bag full of homegrown
And my hat down so low, you can't even tell me up in the mother fucking photos, yo (yo)
Tell them wait a minute, when I'm waking up fully faded with a naked chick
My memory, and uhh, I forgot your name, is it?
(Are you kidding?) Sorry girl the way I'm livin, so get

(Piano solo played by the Hitmaker)
This is what is like (x3)
Yea