Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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Yeah, ah yeah, who we

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

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

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

Rippin' shit for the brothers who here
Killin' bears and kickin' snitches right off the
Glock full of guts, buckin' butts
Lettin' moonlight in 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' them up and the pickin' up and the
them up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' them up and the them up and the

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

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

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 never be by a suburban child
Gun smoke, bananza on the block,
When all the 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 fake
Tryin' to front like you're lead
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, ya crib down
I'm frontin' personal, 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