Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Em Down (Remix)

Buck em
em down
Buck em

To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word
and every nigga whenever I'm in the sight
Let my nigga jewel peep your for your card
Then I kick a verse and take a at the God
God hit niggaz with a verse real quick

God niggaz is all on your dick
You know what they say niggaz who ride dicks
Upstate become chicks, word life
I ain't bullshittin', ask my Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was stuff

Shit is hot, word to Ma
And get the from the man kick his ass with my Timberland
Shorty with the Shots I buck with, fuck with
Gang hanger with the double edged
And I got niggaz my drawers

Niggaz fake I'ma bust a cap that I'm breakin' jaws
I'ma bring it to your chest like
your fuckin' lungs up with all the bullshit from within
But I'm a put it back so
To the weak in all we do everyday

Buck em
em down
Buck em

Niggaz tell me when I kick it
my shit 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' white all on a pitch black rug
You couldn't tell me other word to

When I was fifteen runnin' around I was the real street
On the out shootin' the dice
up, gettin' nice, talkin' bout a heist
G Q headin' up to one, two,
up on a shorty lookin' live on the prize

I couldn't get the time of day I was Little K
Now you call me Buck so your lips puck
Fuck that bitch, I know your X amount of
But they call me Buckshot Shorty cause I no shorts
Word to the around my chest

Big up to all de rudebwoy pon dec
So if you see a weak nigga speak to that
Or I'ma hit his ass with the motherfuckin'

em down
(Word life, I bullshittin')
em down
Buck em

When I was in school I was a
Shorty was strapped with a ill contact
Knapsack, filled with the shit 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 Shorty's a bad ass
But a smart little nigga so you gonna last
They knew the time and knew the rhyme woulda
Hit you in at least four years, so I came to ya

In the nine three all about me
Ninety four, ninety five, that's my years it I'm takin' over
In nineteen eight, I couldn't 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
to Bucktown, USA
Where the weak niggaz get shit ass played

Buck em
Buck em
em down

Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the real
Who buck down the bullshit, you know I'm sayin'?
On the real, rest in to my nigga Buttahin, Coney Island
is mad real out there, you know what I'm sayin'?
Buckshot Five, F T, my DJ Evil Dee

Mr. Walt, B, all my niggaz in the
You know what I'm sayin'? Smokin' mad and just chillin'
So buck down the in ninety three
Ninety four, ninety five, is ours
Moon, we out