Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

[Intro:
Hi, my name is
I'm in bitch for my nigga Wifisfuneral
And the kid trunks

1: Wifisfuneral]
I low rate death in the skies
3 gon' put it to the test
I kill a motherfucker dead in the eye
Demons coming out in the evening,
I can't lie man, I I was dead right now
[?]
I'd bury myself in the motherfucking right now
the play right now?
Young dead pimp coming alive from the grave right now
Ay, dubs in my can't move
You walk like a human pharmaceutical
I ain't new to this, new to you
I'm postin' guap how 'bout you
Got on bands, I can throw to the roof
Got drugs on drugs and your bitch getting
Got drinks, got purp, got sticks, it do?
Bussin' right back on the
Name nigga with the sack
Got six pints of the
ten bands on my wrist
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 slow the matrix
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

[Hook:
Bussin' back on the pack
Name nigga with the sack
Bussin' right back on the
another nigga with the sack
Bussin' right back on the
Name nigga with the sack

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