Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Wild

Hey I'd to tell you a little story
my man named dee
Yo, even from he was little
He was like on a tough tip
all that stuff
But, i'ma you the way..
.. it should go like..
.. the way he would say it now this out

When I was young, he always dreamed of bein
But compared to then, that'd a big switch
Drivin big cars, rings and ropes
But man a plan all he had was hopes
So he sat down, and thought, he wanted to be
But it seems, no occupation had to dee
He wanna be a doctor, he don't like school
It wasn't that he was dumb, he just thought he was too
Cause all the moneymakers and the big-time
He never ever seen none of them books
He to be on the block, do whatever they pleased
Never had a nine to five, but still g's
Harold reuben, freewood ave make a man of them too
And he thought, that's the life, he wanna do like they do
So he start to flip and cut class the big boys
Take other kids toys, cause he didn't dig
He'd rather run the block and the hustlers play
And say, he wanna be just like that one day
He used to run in the stores, cookies and candy bars
Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy
But did the thought even pass
At the time, he 'posed to his behind in class
So when report cards came, all he received was a f
And he got his neck smacked, for cold gettin left
But yet and still, he didn't
Cause to him, school's for the birds so he belong there
When he was only eight he out with the pros
And he went, stealin candy, to boostin clothes
He used to dip out the class, go to the mall
And he'll take, from anybody at all
His neighbors used to ask his "brown what's wrong witcha child?
He done robbed my damn house again, yo kid is buck wild.."

Yo, I don't know whassup, but he be word up
Yo that yo.. I'm just sayin like
I whassup, but
I think you will understand a bit more of the situation
I'ma say like he say it, on this second part
So just check this out
Just it one two three, go head, go head man, go head

He was a crook -- at the age of
Do whatever it -- he'll rob you blind
pocketbooks, robbin blind ol men
Way back when.. when he was ten
Then when he was in 5th grade, he a switchblade
Tried to stay rich to keep him and his bitch
And if he ever had to somewhere far
a bus? pssh - he'd go steal him a car!
He'd always choose to his life the wild way
Tag? ! roulette is what he'll play
His moms and pops him when he first reached junior high
The way you live determine just how you die
And he didn't because to him it was fun
And he was only thirteen when he got his gun
He robbed and did stick-ups frequently
Gave a new name to juvenile
And you know that, he, was on the go
days of the week, he kept his pockets full of dough
But he was headed for a dead end
Cold riskin his ass for petty that didn't last
Went and forth to jail six times
For stolen cars and stick-up and various
So he sit in his cell, he reminisce as a child
It pay to do crime today, so don't be buck wild..

Ay that that's a little bit of a lesson
For all the kids out you know now
Yeah yeah you know what I'm sayin
And this is comin
The grand high mystic ruler
no one cooler
In 7th I had a teacher named mr. dulah
Who used to his pants up to his chest
And I want you to listen
Cause.. this is no joke, so be buck wild..