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 every nigga I'm in the sight
Let my nigga jewel peep style for your card
I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God hit them niggaz with a verse quick

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

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

fake I'ma bust a cap fuck that I'm breakin' jaws
I'ma bring it to your chest wind
Fill fuckin' lungs up with 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
em down

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 a nigga in the mug
With the slug white chalk all on a pitch black rug
You couldn't me other word to mother

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

I get the time of day when I was Little K
Now you call me Buck so lips wanna puck
that bitch, I know your X amount of thoughts
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 nigga to that bastard
Or hit his ass with the motherfuckin' plastic

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

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

Fly as hell, hit the park 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 knew the rhyme woulda
Hit you in at four years, so I came to split ya

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

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

em down
Buck em
Buck em

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

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