Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown

I walk around town my pound strapped down to my side
No frontin', just in case I smoke some
Around headz don't act their 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 'cuz they rock glocks
Comin' on the block tryin' to rock

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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