Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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

Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Ninety-three comin' off with the and the rough shit
Packin' niggas kicks with black pits, tooth, the truth, ha-coot
Spit the and let the hot-ass-lead-loose
Let it fly, if you're ready to die
your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why?
I make your Benz seem G

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

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

Rippin' shit for the who ain't here
bears and kickin' snitches right off the pier
Glock full of guts, buckin' butts
moonlight in your 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, buckin' em down, buck, em down
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them up and the rippin' 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 and the

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

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

Draggin' your flower-ass rappers 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, bananza on the block,
When all the was dead, coulda did a bid
emcee scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to handle a

You'll catch a forty upside ya with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front like you're packin'
Dumb-dumbs are in a Spiro
And now you got more beef a jiro
Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, flip a
But that ain't new shit, ya crib down
I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a 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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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em
Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down