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 don't deserve to
But strangely though, one does find, people who are stupid."

[Chorus:
Pop trunk, get the K nigga
Get to nigga, get the pump nigga
Come - BACK; dump on a nigga
Give him what he 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 that don't know me
Allow me to reintroduce
My is (chk-chk, BOOM) 5-9 nigga bottom line is
bye-bye if you out of wit him
Itemize y'all deaths in, chronological
Those gon' support him or idolize
All you do is try to dodge me
While you plottin my demise while I'm rise now we got a problem
if I'm surrounded, I'm known
to pull out the and shoot, get on the phone
and still - RIGHT BACK - wit a army of dudes
It's all true, just armed with Uzis lookin to resolve
Good Lord, can you him callin?
They just ballin, they feelin lawless, we kill 'em all
If it costs too much, we
It means if you floss too much your bleed
That's why I don't with chumps, I was taught to thump
my way to 21 'til I was taught to come - RIGHT

For those who know
Allow me to reintroduce
My is (chk-chk, BOOM) Juan Corleone
Die real soft, fire in a while he blow
While you niggaz act raw with dawgs
'til revolvers gettin drawn, splash the walls
I don't but I'm givin it to 'em
Hittin 'em brutally with them Uzis man amusin
how duckin, divin, hollerin, hidin under shit
Bullets bustin, they body, barely bouncin 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 ride ballin for sheez, all of you plead
Who wanna test? Keep scrutinize you and your
Two of them nines, shoot them now 'less you wanna die
I'm stupid high, Lord super blessin the dome
some long John Wayne shit, fuck is you on?
We comin..

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

[Kid
For those that don't 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 when flyin
And niggaz that was us dyin
Roll with them chaldeons 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 windows guns cocked out "Air the coppa!"
All races are frown faces with heated (yeah!)
With somethin in the trunk thumpin just like bass
Trust me, no mics, this shit gon' get
the boys cuff me, "take that" like Puffy
You've hexed, squeeze this Tec
hittin jugular veins, give 'em taco necks
I rep my set, City, what you bet?
M.I.C. regardless, you niggaz, we comin.