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 your style for card
I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God hit them niggaz with a verse quick

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

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

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

Buck em
em down
Buck em

tell 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
the slug leavin' white 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 out shootin' the dice
Layin' up, gettin' nice, talkin' a heist
G Q headin' up to one, two,
Push up on a shorty lookin' live on the

I couldn't get the time of day I was Little K
Now you call me Buck so your lips wanna
Fuck that bitch, I know 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 rudebwoy pon dec
So if you see a weak nigga speak to that
Or I'ma hit his ass the motherfuckin' plastic

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

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

Fly as hell, hit the park the wall
And all the people sayin' Shorty's a bad ass
But youse a smart little nigga so you 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 it's all about me
Ninety four, ninety five, that's my years fuck it I'm over
In nineteen ninety eight, I wait
To get all my niggaz and do shows from to state
Now I'm the motherfucker givin' instructions

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

Buck em
em down
Buck em

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 out there, you know what I'm sayin'?
Shorty Five, F T, my DJ Evil Dee

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