Luyện nghe bài hát Buck - Buck

Skoob and dray shoutouts*

Well a buck-buck (here)
And a (there)
the front to the (rear)
Throw hands (in the air)
x3*

Verse 1:

Ding! back in the ring yo it's the tag team jams (yeah yeah)
So all rise for the honours balk, lies mark your drum
Now I'm stronger and I'm faster, than your pasta
I got more styles most mc's can master
I'm (what? ) d-wilin, (what? ) three stylin (what what? ? )
Beatin me is the bills beatin dallas
them shorts fro the midgets, there! I be the shit, it
And plus I light ass up like the numerical digits
In my (beeper), cos throwin niggas in the (sleeper)
I'm dazin you like (etha), more hoodies the (grim reaper)
Be on you everywhere, my style it ain't the
It's better, we're sayin shit that other never say (kid)
Cookin the flows (what? ) to your toes wanna tip (tip)
I used to be a wheel til I got my whip (whip)
You see I walk with a (bop bop), I talk the (slop slop)
Man, you like six balls in a slot (slot slot)
It's the abortion, son I'm launchin, quick to floor
now I'm on some quick draw mcgraw shit
For shit, now dice bring it on the seal
Alright we get the busters, smoke blunts out the (yeah)

So get the (here)
And the (there)
From the to the (rear)
your hands in the (air air)
With a (here here)
And a (buck here)
From the to the (rear)
Throw hands (in the air)
a buck-buck (here)
And a (there there)
From the to the (yeah rear)
your hands (in the air)
With a (here here)
And a buck-buck (there give em)
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah (from the rear, throw your in the air, yeah)

2: dray

Well yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the two is for my (penis)
You see I can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to venus
Boy, I mean this, you've never this because you're corny (corny)
I'm sleepin on ya raps, I'm (yeah) nass because you're foamy
Wit weak shit, I freak shit like I'm suppose ta (yeah)
Try to test my skills, word is (motherfucker), I'm gonna roast ya
(yeah)
I do this, they be like "who dis? " (who dis? ), I break the (answer)
fuckin drayzie on the mic (yeah), I spread like (cancer)
So peep it (yeah) cos i'ma keep it than an arrow
Niggas on my jive (why? ) because I rock a camaro
Back to rip the tribes so pack your vest, so check the (flow)
Some niggas copy but they're soppy like joe (yo) joe (yo)
How I rip the on the mic (nightly)
Tell y'all niggas now ain't a motherfucker like me!
(ya hype be), I'm in the mood so watch me wreck shit (yeah)
shit, I be on some new improved (neck shit)
I shit, that's the way I flip it on a angle
You knows who I are, wear my like the spangled
Banner, bust the grammar but I forth my knockers
If it hip-hop (aiyyo)
Well it gotta be some rockin (bow! bow! bow!)
I'm in your ? ? ? ? and corn flakes, you're gonna lose me (lose me)
And if ya didn't know, one here (this is why my nigga choose me)

So give a
And a there
From the to the (rear)
Throw your (in the air)

a buck-buck (here)
And a (there)
From the to the (rear)
Throw hands in the air
*repeat to