Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back at You

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

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

Fuck where you at kid, it's you're from
Cause where I'm from, niggas pack but the big guns
Around my way, don't got remorse for out-of-towners
through fronting and get stuffed 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 and I'ma test your gun skills
real niggas don't try to profile
You just a who needs to get drunk to buckwild
But that bullshit this way
And I'm a your visit to the bridge a motherfucking short stay
Queensbridge, that's where I'm
The where stars are born and phony rappers get done
6 blocks and you not make it through
you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you
With macs and tecs to lend to get dome crush
You thought that you could come around my way and beef, fuck
What the hell you smoking? What the possessed you
To come out your face, now I to wet you
Throw on my Timbs, mask and black serpent
a nigga cap, then jump in the J-30

I put the on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy your crew?
get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm buckin' back at you

Who's the richest nigga in the project, who got it
Convertibles, drop tops and mad hot
Peace to that whiz kid and on his team
organized, all eyeballs is on CREAM
And whole clique got nothin' but raw shit
Whip after whip, stay 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 catch crumbs, those are sons
is in the mailboxes, bitches holding your guns
You know what's out there, thousands of gram, in Saran
Sealed tight, keep the freshness, that's how we
Masked Avenger, your gun, son, now surrender
Get ninjaed on the island, the Bridge, boy remember

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