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 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 what they say niggaz who ride dicks
Upstate niggaz chicks, word life
I ain't bullshittin', ask my Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet

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

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

Buck em
Buck em
em down

Niggaz tell me 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 leavin' white chalk all on a pitch black rug
You couldn't tell me word to mother

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

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

Big up to all de rudebwoy pon dec
So if you see a weak nigga speak to 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
was strapped 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 older sayin' Shorty's a bad ass
But youse a smart little so you gonna last
They knew the time and knew the rhyme woulda
Hit you in at least four years, so I came to ya

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

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

Buck em
Buck em
Buck em

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