Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, what a scene, a Tech
With an magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
Wettin' up the with mad Tech shots
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' and kickin' snitches right off the pier
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 with your hands?

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

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

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

Draggin' your flower-ass rappers outta
Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em like a
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 scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to a vandal

You'll catch a forty upside ya head ya fake dreads
to front like you're packin' lead
Dumb-dumbs are fine in a
And now you got beef than 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 is in fizz up his li-life, the visits was borin'

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

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