Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back at You

Now, '94 to '95, without crime
(Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, it out
Now run for your life, or you wanna get heat, whatever
We can die
As long as I send your ass to the essence
I give a fuck about my presence
I'm lost in the blocks of hate and wait
For the next crab nigga to step and fate
I'm lethal when I see you, is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my
So why you wanna end your little like this?
Cause now you heads with kids that's lifeless
I live by the day if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to
We can this like some grown men on the concrete floor
My slugs put a stop to your hardcore
Ways of action, I the gat, then
Ain't no turning when I start blastin'
Pick up the handle and insert the
Cock the shit back in a like motion
No signs of or fear cause you the one in danger
Never share your plans with a stranger, word is

I put the on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get without your crew?
get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right at you
I put the on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy without crew?
Let's get it on nigga, do we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right at you

Fuck where you at kid, where you're from
Cause I'm from, niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
Around my way, niggas don't got for out-of-towners
Come through and get stuffed with the 3-pounder
The loud sounder, ear
And I'm a the finger, at all you wannabe gunslingers
You got a real ice grill but are you real
Step to the and I'ma test your gun skills
Cause real niggas don't try to
You just a chump who needs to get to buckwild
But swing that this way
And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a motherfucking stay
Queensbridge, that's I'm from
The where stars are born and phony rappers get done
6 blocks and you might not make it
What you gonna do my whole crew is blazing at you
With macs and tecs to lend to get your crush
You thought that you could come around my way and beef, fuck
What the hell you What the fuck possessed you
To come out your face, now I to wet you
on my Timbs, black mask and black serpent
Twist a nigga cap, then in the J-30

I put the on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get without your crew?
Let's get it on nigga, do we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm buckin' right at you

the richest nigga in the project, who got it locked
Rocking Convertibles, drop and mad hot
Peace to whiz kid and playas on his team
Who's organized, all eyeballs is on
And your clique got nothin' but raw shit
Whip whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks
whole crew's ravishing, team's untouchable
In the jungle, NaS, Mobb Deep and Wu
There's money out there, guns crumbs, those are your sons
Jums is in the mailboxes, holding your guns
You what's out there, thousands of gram, wrapped in Saran
tight, keep the freshness, that's how we expand
Masked Avenger, your gun, son, now surrender
Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy

My little thug's selling and he's struggling
The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him down cousin
But he and niggas getting wet up in the projects
But with no doubt, out for his respect
But is his brain from the lye?
From that 118 tiny tye
Why, a nigga just last week
As he swore he was grown and a thug in the street
But it's like that, my crew pump and we pack mac
His eyes is wild the rezzy monkey on his back
But I'm and he need to be blessed
With a firepack, don't even go there cause it ain't like
down baby, he said, what, you trying to play me?
You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and blazed me
he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me
Thug drugs, busting slugs, but he ain't crazy