Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown

I walk town with my pound strapped down to my side
No frontin', just in I gotta smoke some
Around headz don't act their 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 tryin' to rock knots

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

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

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

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

Got five MC's that wanna come
We got ya nooses hangin' da trees
on your sounds 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 up and every thing's black
But still I'm on point to buck, ain't nothin' sweet Jack

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

Nowhere to run, lurks in the dark
Heltah Skeltah smirks while you're torn apart
Here come the Rude with the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wesson and I roll with the Camp

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

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

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

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

Bucktown's everywhere I
It's clear to me, you the weed, now I really see
Night falls around the way, Originoo heads come out to
herb, break day, it's just a regular, everyday state of being I
Mind the weight, rhymes free the mind in time
I reality follows me where I roam, 360 degrees back home in

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

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