Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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

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

Ninety-three comin' off with the and the rough shit
Packin' niggas kicks with black pits, tooth, the truth, ha-coot
Spit the juice and let the
Let it fly, betty-bye if ready to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Sweat why?
I make your Benz seem G

Rippin' ass discretely, if you meet 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 '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
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down
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Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down

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

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

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Biggin' 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 pickin' up and the

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

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

Draggin' your flower-ass rappers outta
Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em 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 forty upside ya head with ya dreads
Tryin' to front like you're lead
are fine in a Spiro
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 down
I'm personal, he's hearin' how a nine sounds
Busy-quizick, the disare is in fizz up his li-life, the was borin'

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

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