Luyện nghe bài hát Right On

Back in the days, my said, "Right on"
(Right on, on)
All the street in the house, write on
(Write on, on)

Black people, on, right one
(Right on, on)
All my niggas rollin' Chevy's on chrome, ride on ride on
(Ride on, on)

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

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

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

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

And I'm in
My are like swords cuttin' the paper wit the pen
Yo, Dilated could be annihilated
I waited two albums too long, somebody

We migrated to positioning
All the listenin', Babu mixin' it
E-Swift yeah, the man, the
I pass the mic to Evidence for the 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 take me serious, collect man and forces

I run off select input
Played yourself, don't have to you in the foot
'Cuz you stepped bounds without 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 underground cat but still like money and
A classic, that's my word, and my word's my bond
Peoples, alkaholiks, this joint's right on

My homie King T 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 ladies if you feelin' alright
(Right on, on)
To my homies that be rippin' the mic
(Right on, on)

Whether you writin' or ridin', on
Fresh MC's must 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 flow right
My rhymes be action-packed, I wrote these to a strobe light
I'm Tashy, the nigga jumpin' out that fast shit
Your rhymes won't impress me if you '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 this bitch, my click be off the

Rap off the plane while crackin'
Tash for president, you my campaign
First things first to get y'all off the street
You get years if you part 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 secs 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 spins
My name is Rakaa, of rhyme communication
Wit like Star Trek, The Next Generation
It's dilation, fan

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

Better be sure, aim high, we top
we touch down, we hit the ground runnin'
Feds pull strings and watch me Truman
But I front, I love L.A. like Randy Newman

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

To niggas rollin' on Katanas, quickly 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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