Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

Ryan]
Hi, my is Ryan
I'm in this bitch for my Wifisfuneral
And the kid trunks

1: Wifisfuneral]
I scream low rate death in the
3 gon' put it to the test
I kill a blank dead in the eye
Demons out in the evening, greaming
I lie man, I wish I was dead right now
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I'd bury myself in the motherfucking grave now
What's the right now?
Young dead pimp coming alive from the motherfucking grave 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 postin' guap bitch how you
Got bands on bands, I can throw to the
Got drugs on and your bitch getting loose
Got drinks, got purp, got sticks, it do?
Bussin' right on the pack
Name another nigga with the
Got six of the tech
ten bands on my wrist
Spent 800 on these shoes
Air game, game, what it do?
Know if any bitch my babies
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
The move slow like the matrix
New block, 40 go
But that, now I got paper

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

[Verse 2: Yung KiD
Two checks to your motherfucking
class weed, smokin' stank like a motherfucking pest
My cup than the L.A river
Diamonds on me is gon' you shiver
Sippin on act you can check my
My is so swolled and it look like glitter
Choked out, smoked out, 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' kill your rave,
Eight ounce, eight
Four ounce, it down
ounce
Four ounce, ounce, break it down
One pound, two pound, it down, break it down
One ounce, eight ounce, ounce, break it down