Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back at You

Now, '94 to '95, without crime
(Drop shit)Yeah, yeah, check it out
Now run for your life, or you get your heat, whatever
We can die
As as I send your maggot ass to the essence
I give a fuck about my presence
I'm lost in the of hate and can't wait
For the next crab nigga to step and meet
I'm when I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my
So why you end your little life like this?
now you bump heads with kids that's lifeless
I by the day only if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't to fight
We can settle this some grown men on the concrete floor
My slugs will put a stop to your
Ways of action, I grab the gat,
no turning back when I start blastin'
Pick up the handle and the potion
Cock the shit back in a calm motion
No signs of anger or fear cause you the one in
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 without your crew?
Let's get it on nigga, do what we do
You buckin' me, I'm buckin' back at you

where you at kid, it's where you're from
Cause I'm from, niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
Around my way, niggas don't got remorse for
Come through fronting and get with the 3-pounder
The loud sounder, ear
And I'm a point the finger, at all you gunslingers
You got a real ice but are you really real
Step to the hill and I'ma your gun skills
Cause real niggas don't try to
You just a who needs to get drunk to buckwild
But swing that bullshit way
And I'm a make your to the bridge a motherfucking short stay
Queensbridge, that's where I'm
The place stars are born and phony rappers get done
6 blocks and you might not it through
What you gonna do when my whole is blazing at you
With macs and tecs to lend to get your dome
You thought that you could around my way and beef, stupid fuck
What the hell you smoking? What the fuck you
To come out face, now I have to wet you
Throw on my Timbs, black mask and black
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' back at you

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

My little thug's selling drugs and he's
The game got him bugging, I to tell him slow down cousin
But he vexed and getting wet up in the projects
But no doubt, shorties out for his respect
But is his brain from the lye?
From smoking 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 pump cracks and we pack mac
His eyes is wild with the rezzy monkey on his
But I'm stressed and he need to be
With a firepack, even go there cause it ain't like that
Slow down baby, he said, what, you to play me?
You must be crazy, pulled out the heat and blazed me
Then he was Swayze, the must of dazed me
Thug selling drugs, slugs, but he ain't crazy