Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

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

1: Wifisfuneral]
I low rate death in the skies
3 xanax gon' put it to the
I kill a motherfucker dead in the eye
Demons out in the evening, greaming
I lie man, I wish I was dead 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, in my body can't move
You walk around like a human
I new to this, ain't new to you
I'm postin' guap how 'bout you
Got bands on bands, I can throw to the
Got on drugs and your bitch getting loose
Got drinks, got purp, got sticks, it do?
right back on the pack
Name nigga with the sack
Got six pints of the
Spent ten on my wrist
Spent 800 right on these
Air game, wrist game, it do?
Know if any swallow my babies
New block, 40 go
But that, now I got paper
The move slow like 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' right on the pack
another nigga with the sack
Bussin' back on the pack
Name nigga with the sack
Bussin' right on the pack
another nigga with the sack

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