Luyện nghe bài hát Right On

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

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

I still rock the till 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 NASA's

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

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

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

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

We migrated to global
All the DJ's listenin', mixin' 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 destruction will eat you up for
Yo only one meal, get to four courses
I'd take me serious, collect man and forces

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

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

My homie King T told me Big Tash, on, so I'ma
(Right on, on)
To all my homies in the house tonight
(Right on, on)

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

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

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

I crack whips on phones, smoke out nose
peepin' out the style, hoes peepin' the clothes
A million flows off the slang, bizz-a-pow,
Likwit crew is in 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 part wit wack

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

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

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

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

To all the homies up writin' home, write on c'mon
(Write on, on)
Graffiti 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 raisin' kids alone
on
(Right on)
on
(Right on)

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