Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Em Down (Remix)

Buck em
em down
Buck em

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

C'mon God is all on your dick
You know what they say niggaz who ride dicks
niggaz become chicks, word life
I bullshittin', ask my nigga Buff
On the he was tough locked up he was sweet stuff

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

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

em down
Buck em
em down

Niggaz tell me 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 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 street lover
On the corner out the dice
Layin' up, gettin' nice, talkin' bout a
G Q up to one, two, five
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 bitch, I know your X amount of thoughts
But call 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 bastard
Or I'ma hit his ass with the plastic

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

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

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

In the three it's all about 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 shows state to state
Now I'm the motherfucker that's instructions

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

Buck em
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 to my nigga Buttahin, Coney Island
Shit is mad out there, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shorty Five, F T, my DJ Evil Dee

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