Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Em Down

Buck em (repeat 16X)
Verse Buckshot Shorty *
To the weak, what we do, buck em down, life
Each and nigga whenever I'm in the sight
Let my nigga Jewel peep style for your card
Then I kick a and take a look at the God
God hit them niggaz with a real quick
God niggaz is all on your dick
You know what they say about who ride dicks
Upstate niggaz become chicks, life
I bullshittin, ask my nigga Buff
On the streets he was tough up he was sweet stuff
Shit is hot, word to Ma
and get the loot from the man his ass with my Timberland
Shorty with the Shots that I Buck with with
gang hanger with the banger
And I got clingin my drawers
Niggaz fake I'ma bust a cap that I'm breakin jaws
I'ma bring it to chest like, wind
Fill your fuckin lungs up with all the from within
But I'ma put it 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, it's all the blunts and how I lick
it
Or how I shot a in the mug
with the leavin white chalk all on a pitch black rug
You couldn't tell me word to mother
When I was fifteen runnin around I was the real street
On the corner out the dice
up, gettin nice, talkin bout a heist
GQ up to one-two-five
Push up on a shorty lookin live on the
I couldn't get the of day when I was Little K
Now you call me Buck so lips wanna puck?
Fuck that bitch, I know your X amount of
But they call me Buckshot Shorty cause I take no
Word to the around 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
life, I ain't bullshittin
Buck em (32X)
Verse Buckshot Shorty
When I was in school I was a
Shorty was strapped a lyrical 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 park play the
And all the older people Shorty's a bad-ass
but youse a smart little so you gonna last
They knew the and they knew the rhyme woulda
hit you in at least four years, so I came to ya
in the nine-three it's all me
ninety-five that's my years fuck it I'm takin over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I wait
To get all my and do shows from state to state
Now I'm the that's givin instructions
Fuckin with niggaz Beatminerz on productions
to Bucktown, U.S.A.
Where the weak niggaz get their shit ass
em down (repeat 32X)
Outro: Buckshot
Aiyyo, this is out to all the real niggaz
who down the bullshit, you know what I'm sayin?
On the real, rest in peace to my nigga
in Coney Island, is mad real out there
you know what I'm 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 down the bullshit in
ninety-four, ninety-five, is ours
Moon, we out