Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Em Down

Buck em (repeat 16X)
Verse One: Buckshot *
To the weak, what we do, buck em down, life
Each and every nigga I'm in the sight
Let my nigga Jewel your style for your card
Then I kick a verse and a look at the God
God hit them niggaz with a real quick
God niggaz is all on your dick
You know what say about niggaz who ride dicks
Upstate niggaz chicks, word life
I ain't bullshittin, ask my nigga
On the streets he was locked up he was sweet stuff
Shit is hot, word to Ma
and get the loot from the man kick his ass my Timberland
Shorty with the that I Buck with fuck with
gang hanger with the double-edged
And I got niggaz my drawers
Niggaz fake I'ma a cap fuck that I'm breakin jaws
bring it to your chest like, wind
Fill your fuckin lungs up 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: Buckshot
Niggaz me chill when I kick it
Although my shit is wicked, it's all about the 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 other word to
I was fifteen runnin around I was the real street lover
On the corner out the dice
Layin up, gettin nice, bout a heist
GQ up to one-two-five
Push up on a shorty lookin on the prize
I couldn't get the time of day when I was K
Now you call me Buck so lips wanna puck?
Fuck that bitch, I know your X 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 speak to that bastard
Or I'ma hit his ass the motherfuckin plastic
Word life, I ain't
em down (32X)
Verse Three: Shorty
When I was in 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 runnin up on em all
Fly as hell, hit the play the wall
And all the older people sayin a bad-ass
but youse a little nigga so you gonna last
They knew the and they knew the rhyme woulda
hit you in at least four years, so I to split ya
in the it's all about me
Ninety-four ninety-five that's my years fuck it I'm takin
In nineteen-ninety-eight I wait
To get all my niggaz and do shows state to state
Now I'm the motherfucker that's givin
Fuckin with niggaz Beatminerz on productions
to Bucktown, U.S.A.
Where the weak get their 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 I'm sayin?
On the real, rest in to my nigga Buttah
in Coney Island, shit is mad out there
you what I'm sayin? Buckshot Shorty
Five F-T, my DJ Dee
Mr. Walt, all my niggaz in the
you know I'm sayin? Smokin mad blunts
and just chillin. So buck down the bullshit in
ninety-four, ninety-five, is ours
Moon, we out