Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

"To attack knowing the enemy's strength is foolish
And after being warned, to still attack, is
People who are that just don't deserve to live
But strangely though, one does find, who are that stupid."

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

Da 5'9"]
For that don't know me
me to reintroduce myself
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) 5-9 bottom line is
if you out of line wit him
Itemize y'all deaths in, chronological
Those gon' support him or idolize
All you could do is try to 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 come - RIGHT BACK - wit a of dudes
It's all true, just 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 means if you floss too much your bleed
why I don't talk with chumps, I was taught to thump
my way to 21 'til I was taught to come - BACK

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

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

[Kid
For that don't know me
Allow me to myself
My is (chk-chk, BOOM) yeah, Kid Vishis
That sick shit, listen, I hit
From shotgun wit a shotgun, surprised pellets flyin
And niggaz was hatin us dyin
with them chaldeons that get mad if you call them an A-rab
You get stabbed for your antics
rude shooters with Rugers, put the block-a
out the guns cocked screamin out "Air the coppa!"
All races are frown faces with heated (yeah!)
somethin in the trunk that thumpin just like bass
Trust me, no mics, this shit gon' get
Before the boys cuff me, "take that" Puffy
been hexed, squeeze this Tec
Shots hittin jugular veins, 'em taco necks
I rep my set, City, what you bet?
M.I.C. regardless, you niggaz, we comin.