Luyện nghe bài hát Black Smif-N-Wessun

(feat. Smif-N-Wessun)

(Verse Steele)

Here we go, of day, with a mad live session
Down in Bucktown it's Black Moon, and
Pick up the pace cuz right behind ya black
The punk got of shots, take one to your back
BOO-YAA-KAA! Mr. did the shooting
Cops heard the shots, hot cuz they're pursuing
But it's my stomping where herds get blown down
Think I'm caught by beasts youse a damn clown
Check the drums of death as I break what's
of your face, cuz sellin out the rap race
Your family cried as body lies in it's casket
I keep a black Smith-and-Wessun in my 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 pockets I made your eyes puffy
What pussy? Better your mic and get to steppin
you're face to face with a black Smith-and-Wessun

(Chorus: x4)

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

(Verse Buckshot)

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

(Chorus)

(Verse Tek)

Ahh shit, a personality
And I'm bout to flip my nigga pull the trigger let the Glock spit
A little shorty with no remorse
I kill and quarts remains on stage so who the boss?
Another boom up the scene
throughout the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean my tag team
G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the moves
There ain't no more if you're fakin I'm bakin it
Straight up and down, respect to Bucktown
Home of the chrome, I roam, not givin a FUCK now
Damn, just you thought it was safe
to come out, with a rhyme, I got the to your face
Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for
so I pack steel lookin for the kill
Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the
pump lead, from the Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said

(Chorus)