Luyện nghe bài hát Right On

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

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

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

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

encounters of the Likwit Kind
I'm sick wit mine, writin' rhymes on signs
It's the J R O, you know?
off in your face like a dirty pistol

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

And I'm in
My are like swords cuttin' the paper wit the pen
Yo, Dilated never be annihilated
I two albums too long, somebody violated

We migrated to positioning
All the DJ's listenin', Babu it
E-Swift yeah, the man, the
I the mic to Evidence 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 sliced to courses
I'd take me serious, collect your man and

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

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

My homie 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 ladies if you alright
(Right on, on)
To my Dilated that be rippin' the mic
(Right on, on)

Whether you or ridin', right on
Fresh MC's write on
if you skateboardin', ride on
Some of these free stylers need to on like my homie Tash

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

I crack whips on phones, blow smoke out
Niggas peepin' out the style, hoes the clothes
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 plane while champagne
Tash for president, you know my
First things to get y'all niggas off the street
You get twenty-five years if you part wit beats

You came to Ev, you coulda came to Swift
That's why we escalatin' while y'all need 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 everybody in the that spins
My name is Rakaa, innovator of communication
Wit like Star Trek, The Next Generation
dilation, fan appreciation

Connected nationwide, worldwide
Cali hard-hitters, we like car fenders
all chips
We only get boo's from

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

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

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

Broadcastin' live from Southern
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Broadcastin' from Southern California

Dilated
wit tha Liks