Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Em Down (Remix)

Buck em
Buck em
em down

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

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

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

Niggaz I'ma bust 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 within
But I'm a put it back so
To the weak in Bucktown all we do

em down
Buck em
Buck em

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

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

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

Big up to all de massive 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 I was a mack
Shorty was with a ill lyrical contact
Knapsack, filled with the that I G'd
And a nickel bag of weed, yes
A mad little nigga up on 'em all

Fly as hell, hit the park the wall
And all the people sayin' Shorty's a bad ass
But a smart little nigga so you gonna last
They the time 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 couldn't
To get all my niggaz and do shows state to state
Now I'm the motherfucker that's instructions

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

em down
Buck em
em down

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

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