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

Ninety-three off with the flicks and the rough shit
niggas kicks with black pits, saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot
Spit the and let the hot-ass-lead-loose
Let it fly, if you're ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith why?
I make your seem obsolete G

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

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, em down

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

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

Rippin' shit for the brothers who here
Killin' bears and snitches right off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady butts
Lettin' moonlight in your
Def Jam in ass for the jams
You've got posse but are you with your hands?

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

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

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

Draggin' your flower-ass outta clubs
it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the
Connect, can never be 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 a vandal

You'll catch a upside ya head with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front like you're packin'
Dumb-dumbs are 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, burnin' ya crib
I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a nine
Busy-quizick, the disare is in up his li-life, the visits was borin'

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

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