Luyện nghe bài hát Buckshot

I used to at Subway
bucks an hour wasn't much money
But I be rapping and kicking it on my lunch
Like "I'mma it out this motherfucker one day"
I was in the back, back of the bus before a bluetooth
Got the boombox and a blunt, deuce-deuce
H on my crew, we get drunk, a coo-coo
Type of dudes who square up and knock a loose
Quick to the basement, the, the, the
That is the I'm planning to vacate with
Pops put on bars in case somebody breaks in
That's not stop me from getting to the pavement
Shh, meeting at the bus stop
I got the roll, paranoid buck cops
And all my city's known for grunge, flannel, puck
And a of Sub Pop, I was on that Buckshot

to window and wall to wall
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
Four in the morning I'm the squad
There we go, there we go, there we go, we go
Window to window and wall to
Can of Krylon, we out to
Four in the I'm with the squad
There we go, there we go, we go, there we go

Just copped that new Boot tape
The keep complaining 'bout too much bass
Bang, bang, let me do my
Give me two cans and you gon' my name
You don't to get involved
You I be on these overpasses burning bridges, dog
You know I be dippin' through alleys tryna diss the law
Sixteen Adidas on
I'm too speedy for police I'm chiefin' these streets, I'm gone
I got game, need to talk anymore
Boppity-bo, tippity-toppity, I pop me some
I was where he came from and he pop out a hole
Cracked the top back on the flat black
I woke up in the morning and I had a
These suit and ties got the nerve to it vandalism
hella mad, say my art is really bad for business
But I'mma paint a better world until the are empty
Now let it drip, let it
If they catch me doing I'll plead the fifth
I pop a top, I my Glock
Speakers bumpin', I was on Buckshot

Window to window and wall to
Can of Krylon, we out to
(Buckshot)
Four in the I'm with the squad
we go, there we go, there we go, there we go

Chill-chill-chilin' with the
Just writing my in graffiti on the wall
is he?
(Yeah, knowledge supreme)
Got the world the

Turn up the CD or up the TV
Turn up your T-A-P-E, turn your phone up, up the PC
See, my boys are really PC if talking graffiti
See, we call it aerosol art when we splatter the
I got twenty five cans in my
out the whick-whack
TIOS's ain't get that
Fat tips and black books, yo, we rep
149th street bench is where we at
Clep-clap, clep-clap, clep-clap,
Those are not my words, the spray can said
Where them reds at, or them green
Where my real writers? Make some noise

with the crew
Just writing my name in graffiti on the
is he?
(Macklemore)
Got the world the
(Buckshot, shot, shot, shot)