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

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

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

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

You in the house of brews, crime scenes wit no
You walkin' bruised, confused wit no shoes
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 swords cuttin' the paper wit the pen
Yo, Dilated could never be
I two albums too long, somebody violated

We migrated to positioning
All the DJ's listenin', mixin' it
yeah, the man, the myth
I the mic to Evidence for the assist then I'm out

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

I strictly run off input
Played yourself, don't have to shoot you in the
'Cuz you 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 like money and
A classic, that's my word, and my word's my bond
Dilated Peoples, alkaholiks, this joint's 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 homies that be the mic
(Right on, on)

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

I got my write on late at night burst a verse until they flow
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 whips on phones, blow smoke out nose
peepin' out the style, hoes peepin' the clothes
A million off the slang, bizz-a-pow, bizz-a-bang
crew is in this bitch, my click be off the chain

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 years if you wit wack beats

You coulda came to Ev, you coulda to Swift
why we escalatin' while y'all niggas need a lift
So me two secs 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 in the house that spins
My is Rakaa, innovator of rhyme communication
Wit data like Star Trek, The Generation
dilation, fan appreciation

Connected nationwide, worldwide
Cali hard-hitters, we bump like car
all chips
We only get from bartenders

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

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

Broadcastin' live Southern California
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Broadcastin' live from Southern

Dilated
wit tha Liks