Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

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

1: Wifisfuneral]
I low rate death in the skies
3 xanax 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 wish I was right now
[?]
I'd bury myself in the grave right now
the play right now?
Young dead pimp alive from the motherfucking grave right now
Ay, dubs in my body can't
You walk around a human pharmaceutical
I ain't new to this, new to you
I'm guap bitch how 'bout you
Got on bands, I can throw to the roof
Got drugs on drugs and bitch getting loose
Got drinks, got purp, got sticks, it do?
Bussin' right back on the
another nigga with the sack
Got six of the tech
Spent ten bands on my
800 right on these shoes
Air game, wrist game, it do?
Know if any swallow my babies
New block, 40 go
But that, now I got paper
The lean move slow the matrix
New block, 40 go
But fuck that, now I got
The lean move slow like the
New block, 40 go
But fuck that, now I got

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

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