Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown

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

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

Pigs be actin' like they bigga than us from da streets
'Cuz we stalk mad deep when they walk
I they hold a grudge 'cuz I won't budge
Playin' tough, starin' da judge with 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 or is it I'm from Bucktown?

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

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

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

Knock, knock, maybe not the shots empty
On the that was sent out to get me
I'm tore up from the floor up and thing's black
But still I'm on ready 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 bulge comin' my hip
what ya did hit when I let my tool click

Nowhere to run, ambush in the dark
Heltah smirks while you're gettin' torn apart
Here come the Boys with the ganja plants
and I roll with the Boot Camp

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

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

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

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

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

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