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 kicks with black pits, saber tooth, the truth,
Spit the juice and let the
Let it fly, if you're ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat
I make your Benz obsolete G

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

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

Rippin' shit for the brothers who here
bears and kickin' snitches right off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady buckin'
Lettin' in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam in your ass for the
You've got but are you nice with your hands?

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

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

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your flower-ass rappers outta clubs
Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em like a
But in the slang, in the speech, in the
Connect, can be ripped by a suburban child
Gun smoke, on the block, yeah
When all the shit was dead, 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 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 that new shit, burnin' 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, em down, buck, buckin' em down
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