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 rollin' Chevy's on deep-dish chrome, ride on ride on
(Ride on, on)

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

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

encounters of the Likwit Kind
I'm sick wit mine, writin' 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, crime wit no clues
You walkin' home bruised, confused wit no
You lose! 'Cuz you got the dilated
Here's news, my DJ rock the mic and the one's and two's and I'm out

And I'm in
My words are swords cuttin' the paper wit the pen
Yo, Dilated could never be
I waited two albums too long, violated

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

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

I strictly run off select
Played yourself, have to shoot you in the foot
'Cuz you stepped outta bounds without making rounds
Now you come to my ask Rak
(Yo you on ground)

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

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

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

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

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

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

Rap off the plane while champagne
for president, you know my campaign
First things first to get niggas off the street
You get twenty-five years if you part wit wack

You coulda came to Ev, you coulda came to
That's why we escalatin' while niggas need a lift
So give me two secs while I crack Beck's
And once I drop the mic, my 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 data like Star Trek, The Next
It's dilation, fan

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

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

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

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