Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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

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

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

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Yeah, a scene, pullin' a Tech
With an extra magazine out the baggy-ass
Wettin' up the with mad Tech shots
Drop the glock, puttin' crack heads in
Like a with 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, steady butts
moonlight in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam in ass for the jams
You've got posse but are you nice your hands?

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them 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 and the

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

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

Draggin' flower-ass rappers outta 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,
When all the was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring emcee scramble,
Never gamble and try to a vandal

catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front like packin' lead
are fine in a Spiro
And now you got more beef than a
the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, flip a script-a-slips
But that ain't new shit, burnin' ya crib
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, buckin' em down, buck, em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down

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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