Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

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

1: Wifisfuneral]
I scream low rate in the skies
3 xanax put it to the test
I kill a motherfucker dead in the eye
coming out in the evening, greaming
I can't lie man, I wish I was dead now
[?]
I'd bury myself in the motherfucking right now
What's the play right
Young pimp coming alive from the motherfucking grave right now
Ay, dubs in my can't move
You walk like a human pharmaceutical
I new to this, ain't new to you
I'm guap bitch how 'bout you
Got bands on bands, I can to the roof
Got drugs on drugs and your bitch getting
Got drinks, got purp, got sticks, it do?
Bussin' right on the pack
Name another nigga with the
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 swallow my
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 slow like the
New block, 40 go
But that, now I got paper

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

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