Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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

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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 Sweat why?
I your Benz seem obsolete G

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

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

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

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

Draggin' your flower-ass rappers clubs
Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em like a
But in the slang, in the speech, in the
Connect, can never be ripped by a child
Gun smoke, bananza on the block,
When all the shit was dead, did a bid
Conferring scramble, dismantle
gamble and try to handle a vandal

You'll catch a forty upside ya head ya fake dreads
Tryin' to like you're packin' lead
are fine in a Spiro
And now you got beef than a jiro
the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, flip a script-a-slips
But that new shit, burnin' ya crib down
I'm frontin' personal, hearin' how a nine 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, em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down