Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

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

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

Da 5'9"]
For those that know me
Allow me to reintroduce
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) 5-9 nigga line is
bye-bye if you out of wit him
Itemize y'all deaths in, order
Those either gon' support him or
All you do is try to dodge me
While you plottin my demise I'm tryna rise now we got a problem
Cause if I'm surrounded, I'm
to out the pound and shoot, get on the phone
and still come - RIGHT BACK - wit a army of
It's all true, armed with Uzis lookin to resolve this
Lord, can you hear him callin?
They just still ballin, they lawless, we kill 'em all
If it too much, we hun-ga-ry
It means if you floss too much 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 who don't know
Allow me to reintroduce
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) Juan
Die real soft, fire in a while he blow
While you act raw with your dawgs
'til revolvers drawn, splash markin the walls
I don't but I'm givin it to 'em
Hittin 'em brutally with them Uzis man amusin
how niggaz duckin, divin, hollerin, under shit
Bullets bustin, bruisin they body, bouncin shit
like, why you lookin at me nigga?
I got a short man complex, murk a
bigger than me, taller me, my squad in the league
I ride ballin for sheez, all of you plead
Who wanna Keep scrutinize you and your guys
Two of them nines, better shoot now 'less you wanna die
I'm stupid high, super sized blessin the dome
Huggin some John Wayne shit, fuck is you on?
We comin..

[Interlude: Royce - a conversation]
(Man hell naw, Royce) Right, what's up wit it?
(Whattup nigga, you been?) I been callin you
Somethin be wrong with your phone right? (Yeah, yeah, no, yeah)
Ohh okay, what's up, you got for me? (Naw, yeah, naw)
Naw? Alright well, get up outta here
cause I see you havin fun your people (Nah shut 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
me to reintroduce myself
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) yeah, Kid
sick shit, listen, I hit henchmen
From shotgun wit a shotgun, when pellets flyin
And niggaz was hatin us dyin
Roll them chaldeons 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 windows guns cocked out "Air the coppa!"
All races are frown faces with heated (yeah!)
With somethin in the trunk that thumpin like bass
Trust me, no mics, shit gon' get ugly
Before the boys cuff me, "take that" like
You've been hexed, squeeze Tec
Shots hittin jugular veins, give 'em necks
I rep my set, Rock City, you bet?
M.I.C. regardless, you niggaz, we comin.