Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

"To without knowing the enemy's strength is foolish
And after being warned, to still attack, is
People who are that stupid just deserve to live
But strangely though, one does find, people who are stupid."

[Chorus:
Pop trunk, get the K nigga
Get to sprayin nigga, get the pump
Come - RIGHT BACK; dump on a
Give him what he if he want we'll hunt for 'em all
be - RIGHT BACK; it's got to be like that
Expect niggaz not to respect you, him
And get it - BACK

Da 5'9"]
For those that don't me
Allow me to reintroduce
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) 5-9 nigga line is
if you out of line wit him
Itemize deaths in, chronological order
either gon' support him or idolize
All you do is try to dodge me
you plottin my demise while I'm tryna rise now we got a problem
Cause if I'm surrounded, I'm
to pull out the pound and shoot, get on the
and still - RIGHT BACK - wit a army of dudes
all true, just armed with Uzis lookin to resolve this
Good Lord, can you him callin?
just still ballin, they feelin lawless, we kill 'em all
If it too much, we hun-ga-ry
It if you floss too much your gums'll bleed
why I don't talk with chumps, I was taught to thump
my way to 21 'til I was taught to - RIGHT BACK

For those who don't
Allow me to myself
My is (chk-chk, BOOM) Juan Corleone
Die soft, fire in a while then he blow
While you niggaz act raw with dawgs
'til revolvers gettin drawn, markin the walls
I don't know but I'm it to 'em
Hittin 'em with them Uzis man really amusin
how duckin, divin, hollerin, hidin under shit
bustin, bruisin they body, barely bouncin shit
like, why you lookin at me smirkin
I got a man complex, murk a nigga
bigger than me, taller than me, my in the league
I ride slow for sheez, all of you plead
Who wanna test? Keep scrutinize you and your
Two of them nines, better them now 'less you wanna die
I'm stupid high, Lord super sized the dome
Huggin some long John shit, fuck is you on?
We comin..

[Interlude: - having a conversation]
(Man naw, that's Royce) Right, what's up wit it?
(Whattup nigga, where you been?) I been you
Somethin be wrong with your phone right? (Yeah, yeah, no, yeah)
Ohh okay, up, you got that for me? (Naw, yeah, naw)
Naw? well, I'ma get up outta here
cause I see you havin fun with your people (Nah up man)
Your man he's a funny guy and all that (Yo up)
I'ma see you (Hold up Royce, hold on)

Vishis]
For those that know me
Allow me to myself
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) yeah, Kid
That sick shit, listen, I hit
From wit a shotgun, surprised when pellets flyin
And niggaz was hatin us dyin
Roll with them chaldeons that get mad if you them an A-rab
You might get for your antics
Stay rude shooters with Rugers, put the
out the windows guns screamin out "Air the coppa!"
All races are frown faces heated ways (yeah!)
With somethin in the trunk that thumpin just like
Trust me, no mics, this shit get ugly
Before the boys me, "take that" like Puffy
You've hexed, squeeze this Tec
Shots hittin jugular veins, give 'em necks
I rep my set, City, what you bet?
M.I.C. regardless, you niggaz, we comin.