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

Royce]
Pop that trunk, get the K
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 - 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 myself
My is (chk-chk, BOOM) 5-9 nigga bottom line is
bye-bye if you out of wit him
Itemize deaths in, chronological order
Those either support him or idolize
All you could do is try to me
While you my demise while I'm tryna 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 with Uzis lookin to resolve this
Lord, can you hear 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 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 - RIGHT BACK

For those who know
me to reintroduce myself
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) Corleone
Die real soft, in a while then he blow
While you niggaz act raw your dawgs
'til revolvers gettin drawn, markin the walls
I don't but I'm givin it to 'em
Hittin 'em brutally them Uzis man really amusin
how niggaz duckin, divin, hollerin, hidin shit
Bullets bustin, they body, barely bouncin shit
like, why you at me smirkin nigga?
I got a man complex, murk a nigga
bigger than me, taller me, my squad in the league
I ride slow ballin for sheez, all of you
Who wanna test? Keep scrutinize you and guys
Two of them nines, better shoot them now you wanna 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, Royce) Right, what's up wit it?
(Whattup nigga, you been?) I been callin you
Somethin must be with your phone right? (Yeah, yeah, no, yeah)
Ohh okay, what's up, you got for me? (Naw, yeah, naw)
Alright well, I'ma get up outta here
cause I see you havin fun with people (Nah shut up man)
Your man he's a funny guy and all (Yo hold up)
I'ma see you later (Hold up Royce, on)

Vishis]
For those that know me
me to reintroduce myself
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) yeah, Kid
That shit, listen, I hit henchmen
From shotgun wit a shotgun, when pellets flyin
And niggaz was hatin us dyin
with them chaldeons that get mad if you call them an A-rab
You might get 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 heated ways (yeah!)
With somethin in the trunk that thumpin just like
Trust me, no mics, this shit gon' get
Before the boys cuff me, "take that" like
You've been hexed, squeeze Tec
Shots hittin jugular veins, give 'em taco
I rep my set, Rock City, you bet?
M.I.C. regardless, you niggaz, we comin.