Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown

I walk around town with my pound strapped down to my
No frontin', just in case I gotta some
Around here 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 rock
Comin' on the tryin' to rock knots

Pigs be like they 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, down da judge with my hands cuffed

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

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

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

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

Bucktown, I represent it on the love,
Deeply rooted from my to by dick above
sweat the bulge comin' from my hip
Grip ya did hit when I let my tool click

Nowhere to run, ambush in the dark
Heltah Skeltah smirks while gettin' torn apart
Here come the Rude Boys with the ganja
Smif-N-Wesson and I roll with the Boot

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

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

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

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

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

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