Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

[Intro:
Hi, my is Ryan
I'm in this bitch for my nigga
And the kid before

1: Wifisfuneral]
I scream low rate death in the
3 xanax gon' put it to the
I kill a motherfucker blank in the eye
coming out in the evening, greaming
I can't lie man, I wish I was right now
[?]
I'd bury myself in the motherfucking right now
What's the right now?
Young dead coming alive from the motherfucking grave right now
Ay, dubs in my can't move
You walk around like a pharmaceutical
I new to this, ain't new to you
I'm guap bitch how 'bout you
Got on bands, I can throw to the roof
Got drugs on drugs and your getting loose
Got drinks, got purp, got sticks, it do?
Bussin' right back on the
another nigga with the sack
Got six pints of the
Spent ten bands on my
Spent 800 right on these
Air game, wrist game, it do?
Know if any bitch my babies
New block, 40 go
But that, now I got paper
The lean move like the matrix
New block, 40 go
But fuck that, now I got
The move slow like the matrix
New block, 40 go
But fuck that, now I got

Wifisfuneral]
Bussin' right back on the
another nigga with the sack
Bussin' right back on the
Name another nigga the sack
Bussin' right on the pack
Name another with the sack

[Verse 2: Yung KiD
Two checks to your chest
High weed, smokin' stank like a motherfucking pest
My cup dirtier the L.A river
on me is gon' make you shiver
Sippin on act you can check my
My chain is so and it look like glitter
Choked out, smoked out, what you about?
Lyin' down on your now you're crying now
I heard a [?] that you talking now
I feel no empathy as we gon' kill your rave,
Eight ounce, ounce
ounce, break it down
Eight
ounce, five ounce, break it down
One pound, two pound, smoke it down, break it
One ounce, eight ounce, three ounce, break it