Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

"To attack knowing the enemy's strength is foolish
And after warned, to still attack, is stupid
People who are that stupid just deserve to live
But though, one does find, people who are that stupid."

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

Da 5'9"]
For those 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, order
Those gon' support him or idolize
All you could do is try to me
While you plottin my demise while I'm rise now we got a problem
Cause if I'm surrounded, I'm
to out the pound and shoot, get on the phone
and come - RIGHT BACK - wit a army of dudes
It's all true, just armed Uzis lookin to resolve this
Good Lord, can you him callin?
They just still ballin, they feelin lawless, we 'em all
If it too much, we hun-ga-ry
It means if you floss too much your bleed
That's why I don't talk with chumps, I was to thump
my way to 21 'til I was to come - RIGHT BACK

For those who know
Allow me to myself
My is (chk-chk, BOOM) Juan Corleone
Die real soft, fire in a then he blow
While you niggaz act raw your dawgs
revolvers gettin drawn, splash markin the walls
I know but I'm givin it to 'em
Hittin 'em brutally them Uzis man really amusin
how niggaz duckin, divin, hollerin, under shit
Bullets bustin, they body, barely bouncin shit
like, why you lookin at me nigga?
I got a short man complex, a nigga
bigger than me, than me, my squad in the league
I ride slow ballin for sheez, all of you
Who wanna test? Keep you and your guys
Two of them nines, better shoot now 'less you wanna die
I'm stupid high, Lord super sized the dome
Huggin some long Wayne 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 must be wrong your phone right? (Yeah, yeah, no, yeah)
Ohh okay, what's up, you got 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 he's a funny guy and all (Yo hold up)
see you later (Hold up Royce, hold on)

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