Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

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

Royce]
Pop trunk, get the K nigga
Get to sprayin nigga, get the pump
Come - BACK; dump on a nigga
him what he want if he want 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 - RIGHT

Da 5'9"]
For those don't know me
Allow me to 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 do is try to dodge me
While you my demise while I'm tryna rise now we got a problem
Cause if I'm surrounded, I'm
to out the pound and shoot, get on the phone
and still come - BACK - wit a army of dudes
It's all true, armed with Uzis lookin to resolve this
Good Lord, can you hear him
They just still ballin, 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 with chumps, I was taught to thump
my way to 21 I was taught to come - 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
you niggaz 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
bustin, bruisin they body, barely bouncin shit
like, why you at me smirkin nigga?
I got a short man complex, murk a
bigger than me, taller than me, my in the league
I ride slow for sheez, all of you plead
Who wanna test? Keep scrutinize you and your
Two of nines, better shoot them now 'less you wanna die
I'm stupid high, super sized blessin the dome
some long John Wayne shit, fuck is you on?
We comin..

[Interlude: - having a conversation]
(Man hell naw, that's Royce) Right, up wit it?
(Whattup nigga, where you been?) I been you
Somethin must be wrong with phone right? (Yeah, yeah, no, yeah)
Ohh okay, up, you got that for me? (Naw, yeah, naw)
Naw? Alright well, get up outta here
I see you havin fun with your 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)

[Kid
For those don't know me
me to reintroduce myself
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) yeah, Kid
That sick shit, listen, I hit
shotgun wit a shotgun, surprised when pellets flyin
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 windows guns cocked out "Air the coppa!"
All races are frown faces with ways (yeah!)
With somethin in the that thumpin just like bass
Trust me, no mics, this shit gon' get
Before the boys cuff me, "take that" Puffy
You've been hexed, 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.