Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Wild

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

When I was young, he always of bein rich
But compared to then, that'd a big switch
big cars, wearin rings and ropes
But man without a plan all he had was
So he sat down, and thought, he wanted to be
But it seems, no occupation had to dee
He didn't wanna be a doctor, he don't like
It that he was dumb, he just thought he was too cool
Cause all the moneymakers and the crooks
He never ever none of them carryin books
He used to be on the block, do whatever pleased
Never had a nine to five, but still g's
reuben, freewood ave would make a man of them too
And he thought, yeah that's the life, he do like they do
So he to flip and cut class with the big boys
Take other toys, cause he didn't dig noid
He'd rather run the block and watch the hustlers
And he'll say, he wanna be just 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 even pass
At the time, he to have his behind in class
So when report cards came, all he was a f jack
And he got his smacked, for cold gettin left back
But yet and still, he care
Cause to him, school's for the birds so he didn't belong
When he was only he hung out with the pros
And he went, from stealin candy, to boostin
He to dip out the class, go straight to the mall
And he'll take, anything from at all
His neighbors used to ask his mother "brown 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 little bit more of the
say like he would say it, on this second part
So check this 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 -- 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
to stay rich to keep him and his bitch paid
And if he had to travel somewhere far
Take a bus? - he'd go steal him a car!
He'd choose to live his life the wild way
Tag? ! russian roulette is what he'll
His moms and 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 and did stick-ups frequently
Gave a new to juvenile delinquency
And yeah you that, he, was on the go
Seven days of the week, he kept his pockets of dough
But he was for a dead end fast
Cold riskin his ass for petty cash that last
back and forth to jail six times
For stolen and stick-up and various crimes
So when he sit in his cell, he as a child
It don't pay to do crime today, so be buck wild..

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