Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Em Down

Buck em (repeat 16X)
Verse One: Shorty *
To the weak, what we do, buck em down, life
Each and every nigga whenever I'm in the
Let my nigga peep your style for your card
I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God hit them with a verse real quick
C'mon God is all on your dick
You know what they say about who ride dicks
Upstate niggaz chicks, word life
I ain't bullshittin, ask my Buff
On the streets he was locked up he was sweet stuff
Shit is hot, to Ma Duke
and get the from the man kick his ass with my Timberland
Shorty with the Shots that I with fuck with
gang hanger the double-edged banger
And I got niggaz my drawers
Niggaz I'ma bust a cap fuck that I'm breakin jaws
bring it to your chest like, wind
Fill your fuckin lungs up with all the bullshit within
But I'ma put it so parlay
To the in Bucktown all we do everyday
Buck em (repeat 32X)
Two: Buckshot Shorty
Niggaz tell me chill when I it
Although my shit is wicked, it's all the blunts and how I lick
it
Or how I a nigga in the mug
with the leavin white chalk all on a pitch black rug
You couldn't tell me other to mother
When I was fifteen runnin around I was the real lover
On the corner out shootin the
up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heist
GQ up to one-two-five
Push up on a shorty lookin on the prize
I get the time of day when I was Little K
Now you call me Buck so lips wanna puck?
Fuck that bitch, I know X amount of thoughts
But they call me Buckshot Shorty cause I take no
Word to the shell my chest
Big up to all de rudebwoy pon deck
So if you see a weak nigga speak to that
Or I'ma hit his ass with the plastic
Word life, I bullshittin
Buck em (32X)
Verse Buckshot Shorty
When I was in school I was a
was strapped with a lyrical contact
knapsack, filled with the that I G'd
and a bag of weed, yes indeed
A mad nigga runnin up on em all
Fly as hell, hit the play the wall
And all the older people sayin Shorty's a
but youse a smart little nigga so you last
They knew the time and they knew the woulda
hit you in at four years, so I came to split ya
in the nine-three it's all me
ninety-five that's my years fuck it I'm takin over
In I couldn't wait
To get all my niggaz and do shows from to state
Now I'm the motherfucker that's instructions
Fuckin with niggaz Beatminerz on productions
to Bucktown, U.S.A.
Where the weak niggaz get shit ass played
em down (repeat 32X)
Outro: Buckshot
Aiyyo, this is out to all the real niggaz
who buck down the bullshit, you know what I'm
On the real, in peace to my nigga Buttah
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 sayin? mad blunts
and just chillin. So down the bullshit in ninety-three
ninety-four, ninety-five, is ours
Moon, we out