Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

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

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

Da 5'9"]
For that don't know me
me to reintroduce myself
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) 5-9 nigga bottom is
bye-bye if you out of wit him
Itemize y'all deaths in, chronological
Those either support him or idolize
All you could do is try to me
While you plottin my demise while I'm tryna now we got a problem
if I'm surrounded, I'm known
to out the pound and shoot, get on the phone
and still come - BACK - wit a army of dudes
It's all true, just armed Uzis lookin to resolve this
Lord, can you hear him callin?
They just still ballin, they feelin lawless, we 'em all
If it costs too much, we
It means if you floss too much your gums'll
why I don't talk with chumps, I was taught to thump
my way to 21 'til I was to come - RIGHT BACK

For who don't know
Allow me to myself
My is (chk-chk, BOOM) Juan Corleone
Die real soft, fire in a while then he
you niggaz act raw with your dawgs
'til revolvers gettin drawn, markin the walls
I don't but I'm givin it to 'em
Hittin 'em brutally with them Uzis man really
how duckin, divin, hollerin, hidin under shit
bustin, bruisin they body, barely bouncin shit
like, why you lookin at me smirkin
I got a short man complex, a nigga
bigger than me, taller me, my squad in the league
I ride ballin for sheez, all of you plead
Who wanna test? Keep scrutinize you and your
Two of them nines, better shoot them now 'less you die
I'm stupid high, Lord sized blessin the dome
Huggin some long John Wayne shit, 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
must be wrong with your phone right? (Yeah, yeah, no, yeah)
Ohh okay, what's up, you got for me? (Naw, yeah, naw)
Naw? well, I'ma get up outta here
I see you havin fun with your people (Nah shut up man)
Your man he's a guy and all that (Yo hold up)
I'ma see you later (Hold up Royce, on)

[Kid
For those 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 flyin
And that was hatin us dyin
Roll with them chaldeons that get mad if you call them an
You get stabbed for your antics
rude shooters with Rugers, put the block-a
out the windows cocked screamin out "Air the coppa!"
All races are frown faces heated ways (yeah!)
somethin in the trunk that thumpin just like bass
Trust me, no mics, this shit gon' get
Before the boys cuff me, "take that" Puffy
been hexed, squeeze this Tec
Shots hittin jugular veins, give 'em necks
I rep my set, City, what you bet?
M.I.C. regardless, you niggaz, we comin.