Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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Yeah, ah yeah, who we

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Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough
Packin' niggas with black pits, saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot
the juice and let the hot-ass-lead-loose
Let it fly, betty-bye if you're to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Sweat why?
I make your Benz obsolete G

Rippin' your ass discretely, if you me
bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints
You'll a slug in your ass while you jump the fence
Another black man just caught a case
Not from
From gettin' funky like a

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Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a
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 down my two-seater

Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't
Killin' bears and kickin' snitches right off the
Glock full of guts, steady buckin'
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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Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Biggin' up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' them up and the them up and the
them up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' them up and the pickin' up and the

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

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

your 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 be ripped by a suburban child
Gun smoke, bananza on the block,
When all the shit was dead, did a bid
Conferring scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to a vandal

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

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

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