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 though, one does find, people who are that 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 want if he we'll hunt for 'em all
He'll be - RIGHT BACK; got to be like that
niggaz 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 bottom line is
bye-bye if you out of wit him
Itemize y'all in, chronological order
Those either gon' support him or
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 pull out the pound and shoot, get on the
and still come - BACK - wit a army of dudes
It's all true, armed with Uzis lookin to resolve this
Lord, can you hear him callin?
They still ballin, they feelin lawless, we kill 'em all
If it too much, we hun-ga-ry
It means if you floss too your gums'll bleed
That's why I don't talk with chumps, I was to thump
my way to 21 'til I was taught to come - BACK

For those who know
Allow me to myself
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) Juan
Die soft, fire in a while then he blow
While you niggaz act raw your dawgs
'til revolvers gettin drawn, splash markin the
I know but I'm givin it to 'em
Hittin 'em brutally them Uzis man really amusin
how niggaz duckin, divin, hollerin, hidin under
Bullets bustin, they body, barely bouncin shit
like, why you lookin at me smirkin
I got a man complex, murk a nigga
than me, taller than me, my squad in the league
I ride slow for sheez, all of you plead
Who wanna test? Keep scrutinize you and guys
Two of them nines, better shoot them now you wanna die
I'm high, Lord super sized blessin the dome
some long John Wayne shit, fuck is you on?
We comin..

[Interlude: Royce - having a
(Man naw, that's Royce) Right, what's up wit it?
(Whattup nigga, where you been?) I callin you
must be wrong with your 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)
man he's a funny guy and all that (Yo hold up)
I'ma see you (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 sick shit, listen, I hit
From shotgun wit a shotgun, surprised when pellets
And niggaz that was us dyin
Roll with chaldeons that get mad if you call them an A-rab
You might get stabbed for antics
Stay rude with Rugers, put the block-a
out the guns cocked screamin out "Air the coppa!"
All races are frown faces heated ways (yeah!)
With somethin in the that thumpin just like bass
Trust me, no mics, this shit gon' get
the boys cuff me, "take that" like Puffy
You've been hexed, squeeze Tec
Shots jugular veins, give 'em taco necks
I rep my set, Rock City, you bet?
M.I.C. regardless, you niggaz, we comin.