Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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Yeah, ah yeah, who we

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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, if you're ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Sweat why?
I your Benz seem obsolete G

Rippin' ass discretely, if you meet me
Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no
You'll catch a in your ass while you jump the fence
Another young man just caught a case
Not from
From funky like a staircase

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

Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a
With an extra out the baggy-ass jeans
Wettin' up the with mad Tech shots
Drop the glock, crack heads in headlocks
Like a cheetah with my
Ten millimeter, buck, buckin' you down my two-seater

Rippin' shit for the who ain't here
Killin' and kickin' snitches right off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady butts
Lettin' in your head-pull-puds
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
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Biggin' 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' up and the pickin' them up and the

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

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

Draggin' your flower-ass rappers clubs
Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em 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,
all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to handle a

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

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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down

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