Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

"To without knowing the enemy's strength is foolish
And after being warned, to attack, is stupid
People who are stupid just don't deserve to live
But strangely though, one find, people who are that stupid."

[Chorus:
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 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 bottom line is
bye-bye if you out of wit him
Itemize y'all in, chronological order
Those either support him or idolize
All you could do is try to me
While you plottin my demise I'm tryna rise now we got a problem
if I'm surrounded, I'm known
to pull out the pound and shoot, get on the
and come - RIGHT BACK - wit a army of dudes
It's all true, just armed with Uzis to resolve this
Lord, can you hear him callin?
They just still ballin, feelin lawless, we kill 'em all
If it too much, we hun-ga-ry
It means if you too much your gums'll bleed
That's why I don't with chumps, I was taught to thump
my way to 21 'til I was taught to - RIGHT BACK

For those who know
me to reintroduce myself
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) Juan
Die real soft, fire in a then he blow
While you act raw with your dawgs
'til revolvers gettin drawn, splash markin the
I know but I'm givin it to 'em
Hittin 'em brutally with them Uzis man 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 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 test? Keep scrutinize you and your guys
Two of them nines, better shoot them now 'less you die
I'm stupid high, super sized blessin the dome
Huggin some long John Wayne shit, is you on?
We comin..

[Interlude: Royce - a conversation]
(Man naw, that's Royce) Right, what's up wit it?
(Whattup nigga, where you been?) I callin you
Somethin must be 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 fun with your people (Nah shut up man)
Your man he's a funny guy and all that (Yo up)
I'ma see you later (Hold up Royce, on)

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