Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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Yeah, ah yeah, who we

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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down

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

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

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

Yeah, a scene, pullin' a Tech
With an extra magazine out the jeans
Wettin' up the with mad Tech shots
the glock, puttin' crack heads in headlocks
Like a cheetah with my
Ten millimeter, buck, you down from my two-seater

Rippin' for the brothers who ain't here
Killin' bears and kickin' right off the pier
full of guts, steady buckin' butts
Lettin' moonlight in head-pull-puds
Def Jam in your ass for the
You've got posse but are you nice with hands?

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Biggin' 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
them up and the pickin' them up and the

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

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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

Draggin' your flower-ass outta clubs
Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em like a
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 and try to handle a vandal

You'll catch a forty upside ya with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front like you're packin'
are fine in a Spiro
And now you got more than a jiro
Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, flip a
But that 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

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