Luyện nghe bài hát Black Smif-N-Wessun

(feat. Smif-N-Wessun)

(Verse Steele)

Here we go, break of day, with a mad session
in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and Smif-N-Wessun
Pick up the pace cuz we're right behind ya
The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your
BOO-YAA-KAA! Mr. did the shooting
heard the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing
But my stomping groung where herds get blown down
Think I'm gettin caught by beasts a damn clown
Check the drums of death as I break left
of your face, cuz you're out the rap race
Your cried as your body lies in it's casket
I a black Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket
shots, for all you hardrocks
And if bitch is a dime she can get the cock
Straight up and down, we two terrible
The Vickster hit your then I made your eyes puffy
What Better drop your mic and get to steppin
Before face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun

(Chorus: x4)

Load the clip, bust to the head
The nappy head dread, Buckshot and

(Verse Buckshot)

Real niggaz and don't die
Never dead I said all we fuckin do is multiply
I a mad bag of buddha
be like "Yo who the shorty?"
I'm bustin niggaz with my
I get so pussy my dick be in stitches
Red-boned or even fucked-up black bitches
What? This lil nigga is a mad
Brooklyn, New York will grab the leash around your neck and I walk ya
If youse a bigger nigga niggaz get bucked
Cuz I'm the Buck and I give a fuck my dick you can suck
Buck is a killer, a nigga like Manilla
I'm small but strong that fucking gorilla
A crazy-ass nigga puttin on the map
I never a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all that
I take no shit see, the Buck fifty
I even blew your bitch cuz man tried to stick me

(Chorus)

(Verse Tek)

Ahh shit, a personality
And I'm bout to flip with my nigga pull the trigger let the spit
A little bad-ass shorty no remorse
I kill forties and remains on stage so who the boss?
boom blew up the scene
throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky with my tag team
G want a clip thinkin I'm this the underground moves
There no more fakin if you're fakin I'm bakin it
up and down, nuff respect to Bucktown
Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a now
Damn, just when you it was safe
to come out, with a rhyme, I got the to your face
Boom, up with Black Moon, now it's on for real
so I pack more lookin for the kill
Hope you're not the on my scope, cuz the dread'll
lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said

(Chorus)