Luyện nghe bài hát Right On

Back in the days, my said, "Right on"
(Right on, on)
All the street poets in the house, on
(Write on, on)

Black people, on, right one
(Right on, on)
All my niggas rollin' Chevy's on chrome, ride on ride on
(Ride on, on)

I still rock the party the needle starts skippin'
I'm trippin' like Pippen, Rum sippin'
We're mentally fastest, head of all our
You couldn't pass us wit a rocket like

We all up in the like cocky-roaches
MC's out the game like hockey coaches
Fuck it, I'll you down like a bucket
I like the bass hittin' like a

Close of the Likwit Kind
I'm sick wit mine, writin' on picket signs
It's the J R O, you didn't
Goin' off in face like a dirty pistol

You in the house of brews, scenes wit no clues
You walkin' bruised, confused wit no shoes
You lose! you got the dilated blues
some news, my DJ rock the mic and the one's and two's and I'm out

And I'm in
My words are like swords cuttin' the wit the pen
Yo, Dilated could be annihilated
I two albums too long, somebody violated

We migrated to positioning
All the DJ's listenin', mixin' it
E-Swift yeah, the man, the
I pass the mic to for the assist then I'm out

And I'm in
My appetite for will eat you up for dinn
Yo only one meal, get to four courses
I'd me serious, collect your man and forces

I strictly run off input
Played yourself, don't to shoot you in the foot
'Cuz you stepped outta bounds without your rounds
Now you to my town ask Rak
(Yo you on ground)

These last four bars, I'ma heal all my
I'm a underground cat but still like and cars
A classic, that's my word, and my word's my bond
Dilated Peoples, alkaholiks, joint's right on

My King T told me Big Tash, right on, so I'ma
(Right on, on)
To all my forty-downin' homies in the house
(Right on, on)

To all the sexy-ass if you feelin' alright
(Right on, on)
To my homies that be rippin' the mic
(Right on, on)

Whether you writin' or ridin', on
MC's must write on
Even if you skateboardin', on
Some of these free stylers need to on like my homie Tash

I got my write on late at night a verse until they flow right
My rhymes be action-packed, I wrote lyrics to a strobe light
I'm Tashy, the nigga jumpin' out that fast shit
Your won't impress me if you said 'em doin' back flips

I crack whips on phones, blow out nose
Niggas peepin' out the style, hoes peepin' the
A million off the slang, bizz-a-pow, bizz-a-bang
crew is in this bitch, my click be off the chain

Rap off the while crackin' champagne
for president, you know my campaign
First things to get y'all niggas off the street
You get twenty-five years if you wit wack beats

You coulda came to Ev, you coulda to Swift
That's why we escalatin' while y'all niggas a lift
So give me two secs while I crack Beck's
And once I the mic, my nigga Rak is up next and I'm out

And I'm in
I pick it up for in the house that spins
My name is Rakaa, innovator of rhyme
Wit like Star Trek, The Next Generation
It's dilation, fan

Connected nationwide, worldwide
hard-hitters, we bump like car fenders
It's all
We only get from bartenders

be sure, aim high, we top gunnin'
When we touch down, we hit the runnin'
Feds pull and watch me like Truman
But I can't front, I love L.A. like Newman

To all the homies locked up writin' home, write on
(Write on, on)
artists around the world, write on c'mon
(Write on, on)

To niggas rollin' on Katanas, ride on c'mon
(Ride on, on)
To all the women out there kids alone
on
(Right on)
on
(Right on)

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