Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back

[Intro:
Hi, my name is
I'm in this bitch for my nigga
And the kid before

1: Wifisfuneral]
I scream low rate in the skies
3 gon' put it to the test
I a motherfucker blank dead in the eye
Demons out in the evening, greaming
I can't lie man, I I was dead right now
[?]
I'd bury myself in the motherfucking right now
What's the right now?
Young dead pimp coming alive the motherfucking grave right now
Ay, in my body can't move
You walk around like a human
I ain't new to this, new to you
I'm postin' guap bitch how you
Got bands on bands, I can throw to the
Got on drugs and your bitch getting loose
Got drinks, got purp, got sticks, it do?
right back on the pack
Name another nigga the sack
Got six pints of the
Spent ten bands on my
800 right on these shoes
Air game, game, what it do?
Know if any swallow my babies
New block, 40 go
But fuck that, now I got
The lean move like the matrix
New block, 40 go
But fuck that, now I got
The lean slow like the matrix
New block, 40 go
But that, now I got paper

[Hook:
Bussin' right back on the
Name another nigga with the
Bussin' back on the pack
Name another nigga the sack
Bussin' right back on the
Name another nigga the sack

[Verse 2: KiD Trunks]
Two checks to your motherfucking
High weed, smokin' stank like a motherfucking pest
My cup than the L.A river
Diamonds on me is gon' you shiver
Sippin on act you can my liver
My is so swolled and it look like glitter
Choked out, smoked out, what you about?
Lyin' on your feelings now you're crying now
I heard a [?] bitch you talking now
I feel no as we gon' kill your rave, bitch
Eight ounce, eight
ounce, break it down
Eight
Four ounce, ounce, break it down
One pound, two pound, it down, break it down
One ounce, eight ounce, ounce, break it down