Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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Ninety-three comin' off with the and the rough shit
niggas kicks with black pits, saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot
Spit the juice and let the
Let it fly, if you're ready to die
Kickin' ass and you can ask Keith 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 while you jump the
young black man just caught a case
Not from
From gettin' funky like a

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Yeah, what a scene, a Tech
With an extra out the baggy-ass jeans
Wettin' up the block with mad Tech
the glock, puttin' crack heads in headlocks
Like a cheetah my dig-beaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckin' you down my two-seater

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

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

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

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

You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake
Tryin' to front you're packin' lead
are fine 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, 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

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