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, right on, one
(Right on, on)
All my niggas Chevy's on deep-dish chrome, ride on ride on
(Ride on, on)

I rock the party till the needle 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 like cocky-roaches
Snatchin' MC's out the game like hockey
Fuck it, I'll break you down a bucket
I like the bass like a [Incomprehensible]

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

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

And I'm in
My words are like swords the paper wit the pen
Yo, Dilated never be annihilated
I waited two albums too long, somebody

We to global positioning
All the DJ's listenin', Babu it
yeah, the man, the myth
I pass the mic to Evidence for the then I'm out

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

I strictly run off select
Played yourself, have to shoot you in the foot
'Cuz you stepped outta without making your rounds
Now you come to my ask Rak
(Yo you on ground)

These last bars, I'ma heal all my scars
I'm a underground cat but still like and cars
A classic, that's my word, and my word's my bond
Peoples, alkaholiks, this 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 sexy-ass ladies if you alright
(Right on, on)
To my Dilated homies that be the mic
(Right on, on)

you writin' or ridin', right on
Fresh MC's must on
Even if you skateboardin', on
Some of these free stylers 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 wrote these lyrics to a strobe
I'm Tashy, the flashy nigga jumpin' out that shit
Your rhymes won't impress me if you 'em doin' back flips

I crack whips on phones, blow smoke out
Niggas peepin' out the style, peepin' the clothes
A million flows off the slang, bizz-a-pow,
crew is in this bitch, my click be off the chain

Rap off the plane crackin' champagne
Tash for president, you know my
First things first to get y'all niggas off the
You get twenty-five years if you wit wack beats

You coulda came to Ev, you came to Swift
That's why we while y'all niggas need a lift
So give me two secs while I 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 data like Star Trek, The Next
It's dilation, fan

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

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

To all the homies locked up writin' home, write on
(Write on, on)
Graffiti artists around the world, write on
(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
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Broadcastin' live from California

Peoples
Represent wit tha