Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back at You

Now, '94 to '95, innocent crime
(Drop shit)Yeah, yeah, check it out
Now run for your life, or you get your heat, whatever
We can die
As long as I send your ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck my presence
I'm lost in the of hate and can't wait
For the next crab to step and meet fate
I'm lethal I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my
So why you wanna end little life like this?
Cause now you bump 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 like some grown men on the concrete
My slugs will put a stop to hardcore
Ways of action, I the gat, then
Ain't no turning back when I start
Pick up the handle and the potion
Cock the shit back in a calm like
No signs of anger or fear you the one in danger
Never share your plans with a stranger, is bond

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

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

Who's the nigga in the project, who got it locked
Convertibles, drop tops and mad hot
Peace to that whiz kid and playas on his
Who's organized, all is on CREAM
And whole clique got nothin' but raw shit
Whip after whip, flashing your dick on tricks
Your crew's ravishing, team's untouchable
In the jungle, banging NaS, Mobb and Wu
money out there, guns catch 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, drop gun, son, now surrender
Get ninjaed on the island, plus the Bridge, boy

My thug's selling drugs 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 insane the lye?
From smoking that 118 tye
Why, a just died last week
As he swore he was grown and a thug in the street
But it's that, my crew pump cracks and we pack mac
His eyes is wild the rezzy monkey on his back
But I'm stressed and he to be blessed
With a firepack, don't even go cause it ain't like that
Slow down baby, he said, what, you trying to me?
You must be crazy, out the heat and almost blazed me
Then he was Swayze, the must of dazed me
Thug selling drugs, slugs, but he ain't crazy