Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown

I walk town with my pound strapped down to my side
No frontin', just in case I gotta some
Around headz don't act their age
Ya might be dead boy on the front page

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

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

Standing there with my nappy and my dirty gear, aw yeah
Now, I'm up here
Pigs look me up and down with a
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, of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz
Bucktown, of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz
Bucktown, home of Da Gunn Clapperz
Bucktown, of Da Originoo Gunn Clapperz

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

Knock, knock, not the four shots empty
On the that was sent out to get me
I'm up from the floor 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,
Deeply rooted from my Tims to by above
Don't sweat the comin' from my hip
Grip what ya did hit when I let my tool

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 the Boot Camp

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

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

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

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

everywhere I swear
It's clear to me, you feel the weed, now I see
falls around the way, Originoo heads come out to play
Puff herb, break day, it's just a regular, 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, 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 Clapperz
Bucktown, home of Da Gunn Clapperz
Bucktown, home of Da Gunn Clapperz