Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Wild

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

When I was young, he dreamed of bein rich
But compared to then, that'd been a big
big cars, wearin rings and ropes
But man without a all he had was hopes
So he sat down, and thought, what he to be
But it seems, no had appeal to dee
He didn't wanna be a doctor, he don't like
It wasn't that he was dumb, he just he was too cool
all the moneymakers and the big-time crooks
He never ever seen none of them carryin
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 to flip and cut class with the big boys
Take kids toys, cause he didn't dig noid
He'd rather run the block and watch the play
And say, he wanna be just like that one day
He used to run in the stores, steal cookies and candy
Watchin the pimps roll by in they cars
But never did the thought even
At the time, he 'posed to have his behind in
So report cards came, all he received was a f jack
And he got his neck smacked, for gettin left back
But yet and still, he care
to him, school's for the birds so he didn't belong there
When he was only eight he out with the pros
And he went, from stealin candy, to clothes
He to dip out the class, go straight to the mall
And he'll take, from anybody at all
His neighbors used to ask his mother "brown what's wrong witcha
He robbed my damn house again, yo that kid is buck wild.."

Yo, I know whassup, but he be buggin word up
Yo yo.. I'm just sayin like this
I whassup, but
I think you will a little bit more of the situation
I'ma say he would say it, on this second part
So just this out aight?
kick it one two three, go head, go head man, go head

He was a -- at the age of nine
Do it took -- he'll rob you blind
Snatchin pocketbooks, robbin ol men
Way back when.. when he was ten
Then he was in 5th grade, he carried a switchblade
Tried to stay rich to him and his bitch paid
And if he ever had to travel far
Take a bus? pssh - he'd go him a car!
He'd choose to live his life the wild way
Tag? ! russian is what he'll play
His moms and pops told him when he first junior high
The way you live determine how soon you die
And he care because to him it was fun
And he was only when he got his first gun
He robbed and did stick-ups frequently
Gave a new to juvenile delinquency
And you know that, he, was on the go
Seven days of the week, he kept his pockets full of
But he was headed for a dead end
Cold riskin his ass for petty that didn't last
Went back and forth to jail six
For stolen cars and stick-up and various
So he sit in his cell, he reminisce as a child
It don't pay to do 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 high exalted mystic ruler
no one cooler
In 7th grade I had a teacher mr. dulah
Who used to wear his pants up to his
And I you to just listen
Cause.. is no joke, so don't be buck wild..