Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Em Down (Remix)

Buck em
Buck em
Buck em

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

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

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

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

Buck em
Buck em
Buck em

Niggaz tell me chill when I it
Although my is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it
Or how I a nigga in the mug
the slug leavin' white chalk all on a pitch black rug
You couldn't tell me other to mother

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

I couldn't get the time of day when I was 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 I take no shorts
Word to the shell around my

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

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

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

Fly as hell, hit the park play the
And all the people sayin' 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 years, so I came to split ya

In the nine three all about me
Ninety four, ninety five, my years fuck it I'm takin' over
In nineteen ninety eight, I wait
To get all my niggaz and do shows state to state
Now I'm the motherfucker that's givin'

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

em down
Buck em
Buck em

Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the niggaz
Who buck down the bullshit, you know I'm sayin'?
On the real, in peace to my nigga Buttahin, Coney Island
Shit is mad out there, you know 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'? mad blunts and just chillin'
So buck down the in ninety three
Ninety four, five, shit is ours
Moon, we out