Luyện nghe bài hát Buck - Buck

Skoob and dray shoutouts*

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

Verse 1:

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

So get the (here)
And the (there)
the front to the (rear)
Throw your in the (air air)
a buck-buck (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 (from the rear, throw your hands in the air, yeah)

Verse 2:

yo, the one is for my nuts (uhh), the two is for my penis (penis)
You see I can rock this microphone (yeah) from here to fuckin
Boy, I this, you've never seen this because you're corny (corny)
I'm sleepin on ya raps, I'm (yeah) nass because you're foamy
Wit that weak shit, I shit like I'm suppose ta (yeah)
Try to my skills, word is bond (motherfucker), I'm gonna roast ya
(yeah)
I do this, they be like "who dis? " (who dis? ), I the answer (answer)
fuckin drayzie on the mic (yeah), I spread like (cancer)
So peep it (yeah) cos keep it straighter than an arrow
on my jive (why? ) because I rock like a camaro
Back to rip the so pack your vest, so check the flow (flow)
Some niggas wanna copy but they're 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 flex shit, the way I flip it on a angle
You knows who I are, my star like the spangled
Banner, bust the grammar but I bring my knockers
If it hip-hop (aiyyo)
Well it gotta be some rockin (bow! bow! bow!)
I'm risin in your ? ? ? ? and corn flakes, you're gonna me (lose me)
And if ya didn't know, one more here (this is why my choose me)

So a buck-buck
And a there
the front to the (rear)
Throw your (in the air)

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