Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Em Down (Remix)

Buck em
Buck em
Buck em

To the weak, what we do, buck em down, word
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 niggaz a verse real quick

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

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

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

Buck em
em down
Buck em

Niggaz me chill when I kick it
Although my shit is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I it
Or how I a nigga in the mug
With the slug 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 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 so your lips wanna puck
that bitch, I know your X amount of thoughts
But they call me Buckshot Shorty cause I no shorts
Word to the around my chest

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

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

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 bag of weed, yes indeed
A mad little runnin' up on 'em all

Fly as hell, hit the park play the
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 knew the woulda
Hit you in at four years, so I came 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 and do shows from 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 ass played

Buck em
Buck em
em down

Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the niggaz
Who buck down the bullshit, you know 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'?
Buckshot Five, F T, my DJ Evil Dee

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