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)

people, right 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 needle starts
I'm like Pippen, Spice Rum sippin'
We're mentally fastest, head of all our
You couldn't pass us wit a like 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 hittin' like a [Incomprehensible]

Close 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 like a dirty

You in the of brews, crime scenes wit no clues
You home bruised, confused 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 swords cuttin' the wit the pen
Yo, Dilated could be annihilated
I two albums too long, somebody violated

We migrated to positioning
All the DJ's listenin', Babu it
E-Swift yeah, the man, the
I the mic to Evidence for the assist then I'm out

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

I run off select input
Played yourself, don't have to shoot you in the
'Cuz you outta bounds without making your rounds
Now you come to my ask Rak
(Yo you on ground)

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

My homie T told me Big Tash, right on, so I'ma
(Right on, on)
To all my homies in the house 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
MC's must write on
Even if you skateboardin', on
Some of these free stylers need to write on like my Tash

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

I whips on phones, blow smoke out nose
Niggas peepin' out the style, hoes peepin' the
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'
for president, you know my campaign
First things first to get y'all off the street
You get twenty-five years if you part wit wack

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

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

Better be sure, aim high, we top
When we touch down, we hit the runnin'
Feds pull strings and me like Truman
But I can't front, I L.A. like Randy 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 there raisin' alone
on
(Right on)
on
(Right on)

Broadcastin' live Southern California
we at?
Broadcastin' live Southern California

Dilated
wit tha Liks