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

Ninety-three comin' off 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 ready to die
Kickin' ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why?
I make your seem obsolete G

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

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

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

Yeah, a scene, pullin' a Tech
an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
Wettin' up the block mad Tech shots
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 ain't
Killin' bears and kickin' right off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady buckin'
Lettin' moonlight in head-pull-puds
Def Jam in ass for the jams
You've got posse but are you nice your hands?

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

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

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

Buck, em down, buck, buckin' 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 suburban
Gun smoke, bananza on the block,
When all the was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to a vandal

You'll catch a forty upside ya head ya fake dreads
Tryin' to like you're packin' lead
Dumb-dumbs are in a Spiro
And now you got more beef a jiro
Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, a script-a-slips
But that ain't new shit, ya crib down
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, em down, buck, buckin' em down
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, em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em
Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down