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

I still rock the party till the 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 house like
Snatchin' MC's out the like hockey coaches
Fuck it, I'll break you down a bucket
I like the hittin' like a [Incomprehensible]

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

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

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

We migrated to positioning
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 eat you up for dinn
Yo only one meal, get to four courses
I'd take me serious, your man and forces

I strictly run off input
Played yourself, don't have to shoot you in the
'Cuz you stepped outta bounds making your rounds
Now you to my town ask Rak
(Yo you on ground)

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

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

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

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

I got my write on late at 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 rhymes won't me if you said 'em doin' back flips

I whips on phones, blow 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 this bitch, my click be off the

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

You coulda came to Ev, you coulda came to
That's why we escalatin' while niggas need a lift
So give me two while I crack 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 that spins
My is Rakaa, innovator of rhyme communication
Wit data like Star Trek, The Generation
dilation, fan appreciation

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

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 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)

Broadcastin' live from Southern
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Broadcastin' live from California

Peoples
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