Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown

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

Enter the withcha lighter
El's are ready prepare to run all nighter
But keep watch for the cops 'cuz they glocks
on the block tryin' to rock knots

Pigs be like they bigga than us niggaz from da streets
we stalk mad deep when they walk beats
I guess hold a grudge 'cuz I won't budge
Playin' tough, starin' down da judge with my hands

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Another murderer, just prankster
Boy dead 'cause he thought he was a gangsta
Tried ta live da of a hood from the streets
da wrong dread, now I'm in eternal sleep

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

Bucktown's everywhere I
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 mind in
I find reality follows me where I roam, 360 degrees home in

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

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