Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

"To without knowing the enemy's strength is foolish
And after being warned, to still attack, is
People who are stupid just 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
- RIGHT BACK; dump on a nigga
Give him what he if he want we'll hunt for 'em all
He'll be - BACK; it's got to be like that
Expect 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 line is
if you out of line wit him
Itemize y'all deaths in, order
Those gon' 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
if I'm surrounded, I'm known
to pull out the pound and shoot, get on the
and still come - RIGHT BACK - wit a of dudes
It's all true, armed with Uzis lookin to resolve this
Good Lord, can you him callin?
They still ballin, they feelin lawless, we kill 'em all
If it too much, we hun-ga-ry
It if you floss too much your gums'll bleed
That's why I don't with chumps, I was taught to thump
my way to 21 'til I was taught to - RIGHT BACK

For those who don't
me to reintroduce myself
My is (chk-chk, BOOM) Juan Corleone
Die soft, fire 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 with them Uzis man amusin
how niggaz duckin, divin, hollerin, hidin shit
Bullets bustin, bruisin they body, barely shit
like, why you lookin at me nigga?
I got a short man complex, murk a
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 your
Two of nines, better shoot them now 'less you wanna die
I'm stupid high, Lord super blessin the dome
Huggin some John Wayne shit, fuck is you on?
We comin..

Royce - having 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 phone (Yeah, yeah, no, yeah)
Ohh okay, what's up, you got 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 a funny guy and all that (Yo hold up)
I'ma see you later (Hold up Royce, on)

[Kid
For those don't know me
Allow me to reintroduce
My name is (chk-chk, BOOM) yeah, Kid
That shit, listen, I hit henchmen
From shotgun wit a shotgun, surprised when pellets
And that was hatin us dyin
Roll with them chaldeons that get mad if you them an A-rab
You might get for your antics
Stay rude shooters Rugers, put the block-a
out the windows guns cocked out "Air the coppa!"
All races are faces with heated ways (yeah!)
With somethin in the trunk that thumpin like bass
Trust me, no mics, this shit get ugly
Before the boys cuff me, "take that" like
You've been hexed, squeeze Tec
hittin jugular veins, give 'em taco necks
I rep my set, Rock City, what you
M.I.C. regardless, you niggaz, we comin.