Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

Yeah, man the flavor,
Yeah, ah yeah, who we

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em

Ninety-three comin' off with the and the rough shit
Packin' niggas kicks black pits, saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot
Spit the juice and let the
Let it fly, betty-bye if you're to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat
I make your Benz seem G

your ass discretely, if you meet me
Puttin' holes in tents, no fingerprints
You'll catch a slug in ass while you jump the fence
Another black man just caught a case
Not 'Texa-mase'
From gettin' funky a staircase

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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em

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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down

Yeah, a scene, pullin' a Tech
With an extra magazine out the baggy-ass
Wettin' up the block mad Tech shots
the glock, puttin' crack heads in headlocks
Like a cheetah my dig-beaters
Ten millimeter, buck, you down from my two-seater

Rippin' for the brothers who ain't here
Killin' and kickin' snitches right off the pier
Glock full of guts, buckin' butts
Lettin' moonlight in your
Def Jam in your ass for the
got posse but are you nice with your hands?

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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em

Biggin' them up and the rippin' up and the
Shakin' up and the pickin' them up and the
them up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' up and the pickin' them up and the

them up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' them up and the them up
Biggin' them up and the them up and the
Shakin' up and the pick

Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down

Draggin' flower-ass rappers outta clubs
it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the
Connect, can never be ripped by a suburban
Gun smoke, bananza on the block,
When all the was dead, coulda did a bid
emcee scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to handle a

You'll catch a forty upside ya head ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front like you're lead
Dumb-dumbs are fine in a
And now you got more beef a jiro
Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, a script-a-slips
But that ain't new shit, burnin' ya down
I'm personal, he's hearin' how a nine sounds
Busy-quizick, the disare is in fizz up his li-life, the was borin'

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Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down
Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down
Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em