Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Em Down (Remix)

Buck em
Buck em
Buck em

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

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

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

Niggaz fake I'ma bust a cap fuck that I'm 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 in Bucktown all we do everyday

em down
Buck em
Buck em

Niggaz tell me chill when I 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' chalk all on a pitch black rug
You couldn't tell me other to mother

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

I get the time of day when I was Little K
Now you call me Buck so your lips wanna
Fuck that bitch, I know your X of thoughts
But they call me Buckshot cause I take no shorts
to the shell around my chest

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

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

When I was in school I was a
Shorty was with a ill lyrical contact
Knapsack, filled with the that I G'd
And a nickel bag of weed, yes
A mad nigga runnin' up on 'em all

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

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

with them niggaz
Beatminerz on
to Bucktown, USA
Where the weak niggaz get their ass played

em down
Buck em
Buck em

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

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