Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

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

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

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

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