Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Em Down (Remix)

Buck em
Buck em
em down

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

C'mon God niggaz is all on dick
You know what say about niggaz who ride dicks
Upstate niggaz become chicks, life
I ain't bullshittin', ask my nigga
On the streets he was locked up he was sweet stuff

Shit is hot, to Ma Duke
And get the loot the man kick his ass with my Timberland
Shorty with the Shots I buck with, fuck with
Gang hanger the double edged banger
And I got niggaz clingin' my

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

Buck em
em down
Buck em

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 shot a in the mug
With the slug leavin' chalk all on a pitch black rug
You tell me other word to mother

When I was fifteen around I was the real street lover
On the corner out the dice
Layin' up, nice, talkin' bout a heist
G Q headin' up to one, two,
Push up on a shorty lookin' live on the

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

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

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

When I was in I was a mack
Shorty was strapped with a ill contact
Knapsack, with the shit that I G'd
And a nickel bag of weed, yes
A mad little nigga up on 'em all

Fly as hell, hit the play the wall
And all the older sayin' Shorty's a bad ass
But a smart little nigga so you gonna last
knew the time and they knew the rhyme woulda
Hit you in at least four years, so I to split ya

In the three it's all about me
Ninety four, ninety five, that's my years it I'm takin' over
In nineteen ninety eight, I couldn't
To get all my niggaz and do shows from to state
Now I'm the that's givin' instructions

Fuckin' them niggaz
on productions
to Bucktown, USA
Where the weak niggaz get their ass played

em down
Buck em
em down

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

Mr. Walt, B, 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