Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Em Down

Buck em (repeat 16X)
Verse One: Buckshot *
To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word
Each and every nigga I'm in the sight
Let my nigga Jewel peep your for your card
I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God hit them niggaz a verse real quick
C'mon God niggaz is all on your
You know what they say about niggaz who dicks
Upstate become chicks, word life
I ain't bullshittin, ask my Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was stuff
is hot, word to Ma Duke
and get the loot from the man kick his ass my Timberland
Shorty with the Shots that I with fuck with
gang hanger with the banger
And I got niggaz clingin my
Niggaz fake bust a cap fuck that I'm breakin jaws
I'ma it to your chest like, wind
Fill your fuckin lungs up with all the from within
But I'ma put it back so
To the weak in Bucktown all we do
em down (repeat 32X)
Verse Buckshot Shorty
Niggaz me chill when I kick it
Although my is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick
it
Or how I shot a in the mug
with the slug leavin chalk all on a pitch black rug
You couldn't tell me other word to
When I was fifteen runnin around I was the real lover
On the out shootin the dice
up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heist
GQ up to one-two-five
Push up on a lookin live on the prize
I couldn't get the time of day when I was K
Now you me Buck so your lips wanna puck?
that bitch, I know your X amount of thoughts
But they me Buckshot Shorty cause I take no shorts
Word to the around my chest
Big up to all de rudebwoy pon deck
So if you see a weak nigga to that bastard
Or I'ma hit his ass the motherfuckin plastic
Word life, I bullshittin
Buck em (32X)
Verse Buckshot Shorty
I was in school I was a mack
Shorty was strapped with a contact
knapsack, with the shit that I G'd
and a nickel bag of weed, yes
A mad little nigga up on em all
Fly as hell, hit the play the wall
And all the older sayin Shorty's a bad-ass
but youse a smart little so you gonna last
They the time and they knew the rhyme woulda
hit you in at least four years, so I to split ya
in the nine-three all about me
Ninety-four ninety-five my years fuck it I'm takin over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I wait
To get all my niggaz and do shows from state to
Now I'm the motherfucker that's givin
Fuckin with them Beatminerz on productions
to Bucktown, U.S.A.
Where the weak get their shit ass played
em down (repeat 32X)
Outro: Shorty
Aiyyo, this is goin out to all the real
who down the bullshit, you know what I'm sayin?
On the real, rest in peace to my nigga
in Coney Island, shit is mad real out
you know what I'm sayin? Shorty
F-T, my DJ Evil Dee
Mr. Walt, all my in the motherfucker
you know what I'm Smokin mad blunts
and just chillin. So down the bullshit in ninety-three
ninety-four, ninety-five, shit is
Moon, we out