Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Em Down

Buck em (repeat 16X)
Verse Buckshot Shorty *
To the weak, we do, buck em down, word life
Each and every nigga I'm in the sight
Let my nigga Jewel peep style for your card
I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God hit them with a verse real quick
God niggaz is all on your dick
You know what say about niggaz who ride dicks
niggaz become chicks, word life
I ain't bullshittin, ask my nigga
On the streets he was tough locked up he was stuff
is hot, word to Ma Duke
and get the from the man kick his ass with my Timberland
Shorty the Shots that I Buck with fuck with
gang hanger with the banger
And I got niggaz my drawers
Niggaz fake I'ma bust a cap fuck I'm breakin jaws
I'ma bring it to your like, wind
Fill your lungs up with all the bullshit from within
But put it back so parlay
To the weak in all we do everyday
em down (repeat 32X)
Verse Two: Shorty
Niggaz tell me chill I kick it
Although my shit is wicked, all about the blunts and how I lick
it
Or how I a nigga in the mug
with the slug leavin white chalk all on a pitch rug
You couldn't tell me word to mother
When I was fifteen runnin around I was the real lover
On the corner out the dice
Layin up, gettin nice, talkin a heist
GQ headin up to
Push up on a shorty live on the prize
I couldn't get the of day when I was Little K
Now you call me Buck so your wanna puck?
Fuck that bitch, I know X amount of thoughts
But they call me Buckshot Shorty I take no shorts
Word to the around my chest
Big up to all de massive pon deck
So if you see a weak nigga speak to bastard
Or hit his ass with the motherfuckin plastic
Word life, I bullshittin
em down (32X)
Verse Three: Shorty
When I was in I was a mack
was strapped with a lyrical contact
knapsack, with the shit that I G'd
and a bag of weed, yes indeed
A mad little runnin up on em all
Fly as hell, hit the park the wall
And all the older sayin Shorty's a bad-ass
but youse a smart little nigga so you gonna
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 that's my fuck it I'm takin over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I couldn't
To get all my niggaz and do shows from state to
Now I'm the that's givin instructions
Fuckin with them Beatminerz on productions
to Bucktown, U.S.A.
Where the niggaz get their shit ass played
em down (repeat 32X)
Outro: Buckshot
Aiyyo, this is goin out to all the niggaz
who buck down the bullshit, you know I'm sayin?
On the real, in peace to my nigga Buttah
in Coney Island, shit is mad real out
you know I'm sayin? Buckshot Shorty
Five F-T, my DJ Dee
Mr. Walt, all my in the motherfucker
you what I'm sayin? Smokin mad blunts
and just chillin. So buck the bullshit in ninety-three
ninety-four, ninety-five, is ours
Moon, we out