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 cuz we're right behind ya black
The punk got X-amount of shots, take one to your
BOO-YAA-KAA! Mr. did the shooting
Cops the shots, shit's hot cuz they're pursuing
But my stomping groung where herds get blown down
Think I'm gettin by beasts youse a damn clown
Check the drums of death as I break left
of your face, cuz you're sellin out the rap
family cried as your body lies in it's casket
I keep a Smith-and-Wessun in my polo jacket
Sixteen shots, for all you
And if bitch is a dime she can get the cock
Straight up and down, we two terrible
The Vickster hit pockets then I made your eyes puffy
What pussy? drop your mic and get to steppin
Before you're face to face with a black

(Chorus: x4)

the clip, bust lead to the head
The head dread, Buckshot and Baldhead

(Verse Buckshot)

Real niggaz represent and die
Never dead like I said all we do is multiply
I a mad bag of buddha
be like "Yo who the shorty?"
I'm bustin niggaz my six-shooter
I get so much pussy my dick be in
Red-boned or even fucked-up Zulu bitches
What? lil nigga is a mad stalker
Brooklyn, New will grab the leash around your neck and then I walk ya
If youse a bigger nigga bigger niggaz get
Cuz I'm the Buck and I don't give a fuck my dick you can
Buck is a killer, thrill a like Manilla
I'm but strong like that fucking gorilla
A crazy-ass nigga puttin on the map
I gave a fuck, I never give a fuck, cuz I'm all that
I take no shit see, givin the Buck
I even your bitch cuz your 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 Glock
A little bad-ass shorty no remorse
I kill forties and quarts remains on so who the boss?
Another boom blew up the
the planet, get green, now I got sticky mean with my tag team
G want a clip thinkin I'm takin this the moves
There ain't no more fakin if fakin I'm bakin it
Straight up and down, respect to Bucktown
Home of the chrome, where I roam, not givin a now
Damn, just you thought it was safe
to come out, with a rhyme, I got the nine to face
Boom, hooked up with Black Moon, now it's on for
so I more steel lookin for the kill
Hope you're not the picture on my scope, cuz the
lead, from the black Smith-and-Wessun, nuff said

(Chorus)