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 in the skies
3 xanax put it to the test
I kill a motherfucker blank in the eye
Demons coming out in the evening,
I can't lie man, I wish I was right now
[?]
I'd myself in the motherfucking grave right now
What's the play right
dead pimp coming alive from the motherfucking grave right now
Ay, dubs in my body can't
You walk around like a pharmaceutical
I ain't new to this, new to you
I'm postin' 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 back on the
Name nigga with the sack
Got six of the tech
Spent ten bands on my
Spent 800 right on these
Air game, game, what it do?
if any bitch swallow 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 move slow like the matrix
New block, 40 go
But fuck that, now I got

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

[Verse 2: KiD Trunks]
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 check my
My chain is so swolled and it like glitter
out, smoked out, what you crying about?
Lyin' on your feelings now you're crying now
I heard a [?] bitch you talking now
I feel no as we gon' kill your rave, bitch
ounce, eight ounce
Four ounce, break it
Eight
Four ounce, five ounce, it down
One pound, two pound, smoke it down, it down
One ounce, eight ounce, three ounce, it down