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 dead boy on the page

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 ready to buck, nothin' sweet Jack

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

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

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

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

Another murderer, another prankster
Rude Boy dead 'cause he thought he was a
Tried ta da life of a hood 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, learn ya
Or get blasted by Mr. or Mr. Wessun

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

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