Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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Yeah, ah yeah, who we

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Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough
Packin' niggas kicks with pits, saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot
the juice 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 your Benz seem obsolete G

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

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Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a
With an extra magazine out the jeans
Wettin' up the block with mad Tech
Drop the glock, puttin' heads in headlocks
Like a with my dig-beaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckin' you down from my

Rippin' shit for the brothers who here
Killin' bears and kickin' right off the pier
full of guts, steady buckin' butts
Lettin' in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam in your ass for the
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' 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 pickin' up
Biggin' up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' up and the pick

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Draggin' your flower-ass rappers 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 child
Gun smoke, on the block, yeah
When all the was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to a vandal

catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to like you're packin' lead
are fine in a Spiro
And now you got more beef a jiro
Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, a script-a-slips
But ain't new shit, burnin' ya crib 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