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 deep-dish chrome, ride on on
(Ride on, on)

I still rock the party 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 rocket like

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

Close encounters of the Likwit
I'm wit mine, writin' rhymes on picket signs
the J R O, you didn't know?
Goin' off in your face a dirty pistol

You in the house of brews, scenes wit no clues
You walkin' home bruised, 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 waited two albums too long, violated

We migrated to global
All the listenin', Babu 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 take me serious, your man and forces

I run off select input
Played yourself, have to shoot you in the foot
you stepped outta bounds without making 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 money and cars
A Cali classic, my word, and my word's my bond
Dilated Peoples, alkaholiks, joint's 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 if you feelin' alright
(Right on, on)
To my Dilated homies that be the mic
(Right on, on)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Connected nationwide, liquidation
Cali hard-hitters, we bump like car
all chips
We only get boo's bartenders

Better be sure, aim high, we top
When we touch down, we hit the runnin'
Feds pull strings and watch me 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)
Graffiti artists around the world, on c'mon
(Write on, on)

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

Broadcastin' from Southern California
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Broadcastin' live from Southern

Peoples
Represent wit tha