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 Chevy's on deep-dish chrome, ride on ride on
(Ride on, on)

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

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

Close encounters of the Likwit
I'm sick wit mine, writin' rhymes on picket
the J R O, you didn't know?
Goin' off in your like a dirty pistol

You in the house of brews, crime scenes wit no
You walkin' home bruised, confused wit no
You lose! 'Cuz you got the blues
some news, my DJ rock 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, could never be annihilated
I waited two albums too long, violated

We to global positioning
All the listenin', Babu mixin' 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 to four courses
I'd take me serious, collect man and forces

I strictly run off select
yourself, don't have to shoot you in the foot
'Cuz you stepped outta bounds without your rounds
Now you to my town 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 classic, that's my word, and my word's my bond
Dilated Peoples, alkaholiks, this joint's on

My homie T told me Big Tash, right on, so I'ma
(Right on, on)
To all my forty-downin' homies in the house
(Right on, on)

To all the sexy-ass if you feelin' alright
(Right on, on)
To my Dilated homies that be the mic
(Right on, on)

Whether you or ridin', right on
Fresh must write on
Even if you skateboardin', on
Some of these free stylers to write on like my homie Tash

I got my write on late at night burst a verse until flow right
My rhymes be action-packed, I wrote lyrics to a strobe light
I'm Tashy, the flashy nigga jumpin' out that fast
Your rhymes impress me if you said 'em doin' back flips

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

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

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

And I'm in
I pick it up for everybody in the that spins
My name is Rakaa, innovator of rhyme
Wit data like Star Trek, The Next
dilation, fan appreciation

Connected nationwide, worldwide
Cali hard-hitters, we bump like car
It's all
We get boo's from bartenders

be sure, aim high, we top gunnin'
When we touch down, we hit the ground
pull strings and watch 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 artists the world, write 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 Southern
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Broadcastin' live Southern California

Dilated
wit tha Liks