Luyện nghe bài hát Right Back at You

Now, '94 to '95, without crime
(Drop shit)Yeah, yeah, check it out
Now run for your life, or you wanna get your heat,
We can die
As as I send your maggot ass to the essence
I don't give a fuck about my
I'm in the blocks of hate and can't wait
For the next nigga to step and meet fate
I'm lethal I see you, there is no sequel
24-7, mac 11 is my
So why you wanna end little life like this?
Cause now you bump heads with kids lifeless
I live by the day if I survive
The last night, damn right, I ain't tryin' to
We can settle this like some grown men on the floor
My slugs will put a to your hardcore
of action, I grab the gat, then
Ain't no turning when I start blastin'
Pick up the and insert the potion
Cock the back in a calm like motion
No signs of anger or fear cause you the one in
Never share plans with a stranger, word is bond

I put the on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy without crew?
get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm right back at you
I put the on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy without crew?
get it on nigga, do what we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm buckin' back at you

Fuck where you at kid, it's you're from
Cause where I'm from, pack nothin' but the big guns
Around my way, niggas don't got for out-of-towners
through fronting and get stuffed with the 3-pounder
The sounder, ear ringer
And I'm a the finger, at all you wannabe gunslingers
You got a real ice grill but are you real
Step to the hill and I'ma test your gun
Cause niggas don't try to profile
You a chump who needs to get drunk to buckwild
But swing bullshit this way
And I'm a make your visit to the bridge a short stay
Queensbridge, that's where I'm
The where stars are born and phony rappers get done
6 and you might not make it through
you gonna do when my whole crew is blazing at you
With macs and tecs to lend to get dome crush
You thought that you could come my way and beef, stupid fuck
What the hell you smoking? What the fuck you
To out your face, now I have to wet you
Throw on my Timbs, black mask and black
Twist a cap, then jump in the J-30

I put the on you kid, now I got you
You got the heart to get busy without your
Let's get it on nigga, do we gotta do
You buckin' me, I'm right back at you

Who's the richest in the project, who got it locked
Rocking Convertibles, tops and mad hot
Peace to whiz kid and playas on his team
Who's organized, all eyeballs is on
And your whole got nothin' but raw shit
after whip, stay flashing your dick on tricks
Your whole crew's ravishing, untouchable
In the jungle, NaS, Mobb Deep and Wu
There's money out there, catch crumbs, those are your sons
Jums is in the mailboxes, bitches holding guns
You know what's out there, thousands of gram, in Saran
Sealed tight, the freshness, that's how we expand
Masked Avenger, drop your gun, son, now
Get ninjaed on the island, the Bridge, boy remember

My little selling drugs and he's struggling
The game got him bugging, I tried to tell him down cousin
But he vexed and niggas getting wet up in the
But with no doubt, shorties out for his
But is his brain from the lye?
From smoking that 118 tye
Why, a nigga just last week
As he he was grown and he's a thug in the street
But it's like that, my pump cracks and we pack mac
His eyes is wild the rezzy monkey on his back
But I'm and he need to be blessed
With a firepack, even go there cause it ain't like that
Slow down baby, he said, what, you to play me?
You must be crazy, out the heat and almost blazed me
Then he was Swayze, the shot must of me
Thug selling drugs, busting slugs, but he crazy