Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Wild

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

When I was young, he always of bein rich
But compared to then, that'd a big switch
Drivin big cars, rings and ropes
But man without a plan all he had was
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 like school
It wasn't that he was dumb, he just thought he was too
all the moneymakers and the big-time crooks
He ever seen none of them carryin books
He used to be on the block, do whatever pleased
had a nine to five, but still clocked g's
Harold reuben, freewood ave would 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
rather run the block and watch the hustlers play
And he'll say, he wanna be just like one day
He used to run in the stores, steal cookies and candy
the pimps roll by in they fancy cars
But never did the thought pass
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 cold gettin back
But yet and still, he didn't
Cause to him, school's for the 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 used to dip out the class, go to the mall
And he'll take, from anybody at all
His neighbors used to ask his mother "brown wrong witcha child?
He robbed my damn house again, yo that 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 think you will understand a little bit more of the
I'ma say he would say it, on this second part
So just check out aight?
kick it one two three, go head, go head man, go head

He was a crook -- at the age of
Do whatever it took -- he'll rob you
Snatchin pocketbooks, robbin ol men
Way back when.. when he was ten
Then he was in 5th grade, he carried a switchblade
Tried to rich to keep him and his bitch paid
And if he ever had to somewhere far
Take a bus? - he'd go steal him a car!
He'd always choose to live his 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 just how soon you die
And he didn't care 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 of the week, he kept his pockets full of dough
But he was for a dead end fast
Cold riskin his ass for petty cash that last
Went and forth to jail six times
For stolen cars and stick-up and crimes
So when he sit in his cell, he as a child
It don't pay to do crime today, so don't be wild..

Ay that that's a little bit of a lesson
For all the out there you know now
Yeah yeah yeah you know I'm sayin
And this is comin
The grand high 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 just
Cause.. this is no joke, so don't be wild..