Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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

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

Ninety-three off with the flicks 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, betty-bye if you're to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat
I your Benz seem obsolete G

Rippin' your ass discretely, if you me
Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no
You'll catch a slug in your ass you jump the fence
Another young black man caught a case
Not from
gettin' funky like a staircase

Buck, buckin' em down, buck, 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, em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down
Buck, em down, buck, buckin' 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 in headlocks
a cheetah with my dig-beaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckin' you down from my

shit for the brothers who ain't here
Killin' bears and kickin' snitches off the pier
full of guts, steady buckin' butts
Lettin' moonlight in head-pull-puds
Def Jam in your ass for the
You've got but are you nice with your hands?

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

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

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

Draggin' 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 child
Gun smoke, on the block, yeah
When all the shit was dead, did a bid
Conferring scramble, dismantle
gamble and try to handle a vandal

You'll a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front like packin' lead
Dumb-dumbs are fine in a
And now you got more beef a jiro
the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, flip 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 fizz up his li-life, the visits was

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