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 here don't act their age
Ya might be dead boy on the front page

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

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

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

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, home of Da Originoo Gunn
Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Clapperz
Bucktown, home of Da Originoo Gunn
Bucktown, home of Da 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, 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 to buck, ain't nothin' sweet Jack

Bucktown, I represent it on the love,
Deeply 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, ambush in the dark
Heltah smirks while you're gettin' torn apart
come the Rude Boys with the ganja plants
Smif-N-Wesson and I roll the Boot Camp

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

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

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

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

Bucktown's everywhere I
It's clear to me, you the weed, now I really see
Night around the way, Originoo heads come out to play
herb, break day, it's just a regular, everyday state of being I
Mind holds the weight, rhymes the mind in time
I find reality 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 Gunn Clapperz
Bucktown, home of Da Gunn Clapperz

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