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 wanna get your heat,
We can die
As long as I send your ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck my presence
I'm in the blocks of hate and can't wait
For the next crab nigga to step and fate
I'm lethal I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my
So why you wanna end your little life this?
Cause now you bump heads with that's lifeless
I live by the day only if I
The last night, damn right, I ain't to fight
We can settle this like some grown men on the floor
My will put a stop 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 back in a like motion
No signs of anger or cause you the one in danger
Never share plans with a stranger, word is bond

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 we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm right back 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' right at you

Fuck where you at kid, it's where you're
where I'm from, niggas pack nothin' but the big guns
Around my way, niggas don't got for out-of-towners
through fronting and get stuffed with the 3-pounder
The sounder, ear ringer
And I'm a the finger, at all you wannabe gunslingers
You got a ice grill but are you really real
Step to the hill and I'ma your gun skills
Cause 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 make your visit to the bridge a motherfucking stay
Queensbridge, that's where I'm
The place where are born and phony rappers get done
6 blocks and you not make it through
What you do when my whole crew is blazing at you
macs and tecs to lend to get your dome crush
You thought that you could around my way and beef, stupid fuck
What the hell you smoking? What the fuck you
To out your face, now I have to wet you
on my Timbs, black mask and black serpent
Twist a nigga cap, jump in the J-30

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 me, I'm buckin' right back at you

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

My thug's selling drugs and he's struggling
The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him slow cousin
But he vexed and niggas wet up in the projects
But no doubt, shorties out for his respect
But is his brain insane from the
smoking that 118 tiny tye
Why, a nigga died last week
As he swore he was and he's a thug in the street
But it's like that, my crew pump and we pack mac
His eyes is wild with the monkey 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 trying to me?
You must be crazy, pulled out the and almost blazed me
he was Swayze, the shot must of dazed me
Thug selling drugs, busting slugs, but he crazy