Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

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

[Verse 1:
I scream low rate in the skies
3 xanax put it to the test
I a motherfucker blank dead in the eye
Demons out in the evening, greaming
I lie man, I wish I was dead right now
[?]
I'd myself in the motherfucking grave right now
What's the play right
Young dead coming alive from the motherfucking grave right now
Ay, in my body can't move
You walk around like a pharmaceutical
I new to this, ain't new to you
I'm guap bitch how 'bout you
Got bands on bands, I can throw to the
Got drugs on drugs and your bitch loose
Got drinks, got purp, got sticks, it do?
Bussin' right back on the
Name another nigga with the
Got six of the tech
ten bands on my wrist
Spent 800 on these shoes
Air game, wrist game, it do?
Know if any swallow my babies
New block, 40 go
But fuck that, now I got
The lean move like the matrix
New block, 40 go
But that, now I got paper
The lean move like the matrix
New block, 40 go
But that, now I got paper

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

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