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

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

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

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

You in the house of brews, crime wit no clues
You walkin' home bruised, wit no shoes
You lose! 'Cuz you got the 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 never be
I waited two albums too long, somebody

We to global positioning
All the DJ's listenin', mixin' it
yeah, the man, the myth
I pass the mic to 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 sliced to four
I'd take me serious, your man and forces

I strictly run off input
Played yourself, 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 last bars, I'ma heal all my scars
I'm a underground cat but like money and cars
A Cali classic, that's my word, and my word's my
Peoples, alkaholiks, this joint's right on

My King 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 Dilated that be rippin' the mic
(Right on, on)

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

I got my write on late at night burst a 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 shit
Your rhymes won't impress me if you said 'em doin' back

I crack whips on phones, blow out nose
peepin' 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 while crackin' champagne
Tash for president, you my campaign
First things first to get y'all niggas off the
You get twenty-five years if you wit wack beats

You came to Ev, you coulda came to Swift
That's why we escalatin' while y'all niggas a lift
So give me two while I crack this Beck's
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 is Rakaa, innovator of rhyme communication
Wit data Star Trek, The Next Generation
dilation, fan appreciation

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

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

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

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

Broadcastin' live from California
we at?
Broadcastin' live from California

Peoples
Represent wit tha