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 deep-dish chrome, ride on on
(Ride on, on)

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

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

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

You in the house of brews, scenes wit no clues
You home bruised, confused wit no shoes
You lose! 'Cuz you got the dilated
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 two albums too long, somebody violated

We to global 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 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 come to my ask Rak
(Yo you on ground)

These last four bars, I'ma all my scars
I'm a underground cat but still like 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' in the house tonight
(Right on, on)

To all the ladies if you feelin' alright
(Right on, on)
To my Dilated homies be rippin' the mic
(Right on, on)

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

I got my write on at night burst a verse until they flow right
My rhymes be action-packed, I these lyrics to a strobe light
I'm Tashy, the flashy nigga jumpin' out that shit
Your rhymes won't impress me if you said 'em doin' back

I crack on phones, blow smoke out nose
Niggas peepin' out the style, hoes 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 plane while crackin'
Tash for president, you know my
First things first to get niggas off the street
You get twenty-five years if you part wit wack

You coulda came to Ev, you coulda to Swift
That's why we escalatin' while y'all niggas need a
So give me two secs while I crack this
And once I drop the mic, my Rak is up next and I'm out

And I'm in
I it up for everybody in the house that spins
My name is Rakaa, of rhyme communication
Wit data like Trek, The Next Generation
It's dilation, fan

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

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

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

To rollin' on Katanas, quickly ride on c'mon
(Ride on, on)
To all the out there raisin' kids alone
on
(Right on)
on
(Right on)

Broadcastin' live from California
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Broadcastin' live from Southern

Dilated
Represent wit tha