Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown

I walk around town with my pound strapped down to my
No frontin', in case I gotta smoke some
Around here headz don't act age
Ya might be another dead boy on the front

Enter the cipher lighter
are ready prepare to run another all nighter
But keep watch for the cops 'cuz they glocks
Comin' on the block tryin' to rock

Pigs be actin' like bigga than us niggaz from da streets
'Cuz we stalk mad deep when they walk
I guess they hold a grudge 'cuz I budge
Playin' tough, starin' down da judge my hands cuffed

Standing there with my nappy and my dirty gear, aw yeah
Now, I'm up outta
Pigs look me up and with a frown
Is it 'cuz I'm or is it I'm from Bucktown?

Bucktown, home of Da Gunn Clapperz
Bucktown, home of Da Gunn Clapperz
Bucktown, of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz
Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Clapperz

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn
Bucktown, home of Da Gunn Clapperz
Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn
Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Clapperz

Got MC's that wanna come test
We got ya nooses hangin' da trees
Bring on your kid, drown by my massive
Kill your body, boy, and take your lover for

Knock, knock, maybe not the four empty
On the violator was sent out to get me
I'm tore up from the floor up and thing's black
But still I'm on point ready to buck, ain't nothin' sweet

Bucktown, I represent it on the love,
rooted from my Tims to by dick above
Don't sweat the bulge comin' my hip
Grip what ya did hit when I let my tool

Nowhere to run, ambush in the dark
Heltah smirks while you're gettin' torn apart
Here the Rude Boys with the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wesson and I roll with the Boot

Bucktown, of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz
Bucktown, of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz
Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn
Bucktown, home of Da Gunn Clapperz

Bucktown, home of Da Gunn Clapperz
Bucktown, of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz
Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Clapperz
Home of da originoo, of da originoo
Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn

Another murderer, just another
Rude Boy dead 'cause he he was a gangsta
Tried ta live da life of a from the streets
Test da wrong dread, now I'm in eternal

Mr. I lurk in da stuy
da ganja 'cause I want ta get high
With my Breaddren, a boodah session, ya lesson
Or get by Mr. Smif or Mr. Wessun

Bucktown's I swear
It's to me, you feel the weed, now I really see
Night around the way, Originoo heads come out to play
Puff herb, break day, just a regular, everyday state of being I
Mind holds the weight, rhymes free the in time
I find reality follows me where I roam, 360 back home in

Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn
Bucktown, of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz
Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Clapperz
Bucktown, home of Da Gunn Clapperz

Bucktown, of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz
Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn
Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Clapperz
Bucktown, of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz