Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Wild

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

When I was young, he always dreamed of rich
But to then, that'd been a big switch
Drivin big cars, wearin rings and
But man without a plan all he had was
So he sat down, and thought, what he to be
But it seems, no occupation had to dee
He wanna be a doctor, he don't like school
It that he was dumb, he just thought he was too cool
Cause all the moneymakers and the big-time
He never ever seen none of carryin books
He used to be on the block, do 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, yeah that's the life, he do like they do
So he start to and cut class with the big boys
other kids toys, cause he didn't dig noid
He'd run the block and watch the hustlers play
And he'll say, he wanna be like that one day
He used to run in the stores, steal and candy bars
Watchin the pimps by in they fancy cars
But never did the thought pass
At the time, he 'posed to have his in class
So when report cards came, all he was a f jack
And he got his neck smacked, for cold left back
But yet and still, he care
Cause to him, for the birds so he didn't belong there
When he was only eight he hung out with the
And he went, from stealin candy, to clothes
He used to dip out the class, go straight to the
And he'll take, anything anybody at all
His used to ask his mother "brown what's wrong witcha child?
He done robbed my damn house again, yo kid is buck wild.."

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

He was a -- at the age of nine
Do whatever it took -- he'll rob you
pocketbooks, robbin blind ol men
Way back when.. when he was ten
Then when he was in 5th grade, he carried a
Tried to rich to keep him and his bitch paid
And if he had to travel somewhere far
Take a pssh - he'd go steal him a car!
He'd always to live his life the wild way
Tag? ! roulette is what he'll play
His and pops told him when he first reached junior high
The way you live determine just how you die
And he care because to him it was fun
And he was only thirteen he got his first gun
He robbed stores and did frequently
a new name to juvenile delinquency
And you know that, he, was on the go
Seven days of the week, he kept his full of dough
But he was headed for a end fast
Cold riskin his ass for petty cash didn't last
Went back and to jail six times
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 crime today, so be buck wild..

Ay that that's a little bit of a lesson
For all the out there you know now
Yeah yeah yeah you what I'm sayin
And is comin from
The grand high mystic ruler
Ain't no one
In 7th grade I had a teacher mr. dulah
Who to wear his pants up to his chest
And I want you to just
Cause.. is no joke, so don't be buck wild..