Luyện nghe bài hát Buck - Buck

Skoob and dray giving

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 jams (yeah yeah yeah)
So all rise for the honours balk, your lies mark drum
Now I'm stronger and I'm faster, thicker your pasta
I got styles than most mc's can master
I'm (what? ) d-wilin, (what? ) three stylin (what ? ) regardless
Beatin me is the bills beatin dallas
Keep them 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 than the (grim reaper)
Be on you everywhere, my style it the everyday
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 watcher til I got my whip (whip)
You see I with a (bop bop), I talk with the (slop slop)
Man, you like six bull in a slot (slot slot)
It's the abortion, son I'm launchin, quick to floor
Click-click now I'm on quick draw mcgraw shit
For shit, now dice it back on the seal
Alright we get the busters, smoke out the mill (yeah)

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

Verse 2:

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

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

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