Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Wild

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

When I was young, he dreamed of bein rich
But compared to then, been a big switch
Drivin big cars, wearin rings and
But man a plan 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 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 used to be on the block, do they pleased
had a nine to five, but still clocked g's
Harold reuben, freewood ave would make a man of too
And he thought, that's the life, he wanna 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 just that one day
He used to run in the stores, steal cookies and bars
Watchin the pimps roll by in they fancy
But never did the even pass
At the time, he 'posed to have his in class
So when 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
Cause to him, school's for the birds so he didn't there
he was only eight he hung out with the pros
And he went, stealin candy, to boostin clothes
He to dip out the class, go straight to the mall
And take, anything from anybody at all
His used to ask his mother "brown what's wrong witcha child?
He done robbed my house again, yo that kid is buck wild.."

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

He was a crook -- at the age of
Do whatever it took -- rob you blind
Snatchin pocketbooks, blind ol men
Way when.. when he was only ten
when he was in 5th grade, he carried a switchblade
Tried to stay rich to keep him and his bitch
And if he ever had to somewhere far
Take a bus? pssh - he'd go him a car!
He'd always choose to live his life the way
! russian roulette is what he'll play
His moms and pops him when he first reached junior high
The way you determine just how soon you die
And he didn't care 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 to juvenile delinquency
And yeah you that, he, was on the go
Seven of the week, he kept his pockets full of dough
But he was headed for a dead end
Cold riskin his ass for petty cash that didn't
Went back and forth to six times
For stolen cars and stick-up and crimes
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 is comin from
The high exalted mystic ruler
Ain't no one
In 7th grade I had a named mr. dulah
Who used to wear his pants up to his
And I want you to listen
Cause.. this is no joke, so don't be wild..