Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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

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Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the shit
Packin' niggas with black pits, saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot
Spit the and let the hot-ass-lead-loose
Let it fly, betty-bye if ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat
I make your Benz obsolete G

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

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

Rippin' shit for the who ain't here
Killin' bears and snitches right off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady buckin'
Lettin' moonlight in your
Def Jam in your ass for the
You've got posse but are you nice with 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
them up and the pickin' them up and the

Biggin' up and the rippin' 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, buckin' em
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down
Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down

your flower-ass rappers outta clubs
Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the
Connect, can never be ripped by a suburban
Gun smoke, on the block, yeah
When all the shit was dead, did a bid
Conferring emcee scramble,
Never gamble and try to a vandal

catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front you're packin' lead
Dumb-dumbs are in a Spiro
And now you got more beef than a
Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, a script-a-slips
But ain't new shit, burnin' ya crib down
I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a sounds
Busy-quizick, the disare is in fizz up his li-life, the was borin'

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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down

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