Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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

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

Ninety-three comin' off the flicks and the rough shit
Packin' niggas kicks with black pits, saber tooth, the truth,
Spit the and let the hot-ass-lead-loose
Let it fly, betty-bye if you're to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith why?
I make your seem obsolete G

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

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

Rippin' shit for the brothers who here
bears and kickin' snitches right off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady butts
Lettin' moonlight in your
Def Jam in ass for the jams
You've got posse but are you with your hands?

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

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

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

Draggin' your flower-ass outta clubs
it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the
Connect, can never be by a suburban child
Gun smoke, on the block, yeah
all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to a vandal

You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya dreads
Tryin' to front like you're packin'
are fine in a Spiro
And now you got beef than a jiro
Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, a script-a-slips
But that ain't new shit, burnin' ya down
I'm frontin' personal, hearin' how a nine sounds
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, em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down