Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown USA

Yeah,
Once

USA is the place where I rest
Should I say chill 'cause there no rest for me yet
Shit, I can't say chill the property's hot
Got to get it the gettin' could be got or get not

'Cause of who cop block or those who get not
Spillin' beans a cook to them crooked ass cops
To all my G's, snooze 'cause they crews in blues and whites
to the PJ's lookin' for fights

Mr. Officer cool down your
Me cool you n'alf to come like no murderer
I try to do my thing and you try to me in
Have me stressed with a bunch of dope in the pen

Then again that's the place where you see the same face in the
got to charge the beat
Once again, facin' the magistrate the screw face
on the D. A. T. S. T. B., the new case

Home the grass is greenah
And all the Gods and choose a court in Medina

The place where I my roots
Got put on to this and got my first Tim boots

See me in the G. S. T. O. O.
On the side of the road, gettin' harassed by

of my B.C.C.
And everybody that I with, the family

Boot Camp's the way of life for a like me
Constantly holdin' in the street with police
Like the Sergeant 81st, boy is what they call 'em
Said he was a gun man, is kinda brawlic

Speaks with an accent, Guyanese I imagine
A hot-headed known for jumpin' into action
We a few times, he got his, I got mine
the whole force up to pat us down for the crime

Said, it's all about a quarter and his veins blue
man Rudy Giuliani fucked it up for you
Ain't gonna be no dice throwin', dead weed blowin'
Domestic violence, fire, he ain't jokin'

Now you first offenders are gettin' hit predicates
Goin' the system just for standin' on the strip
keep an open eye when it's time to cop la
From dirty ass deeds and ridin' by

Home where the is greenah
And all the Gods and choose a court in Medina

The place where I received my
Got put on to this and got my first Tim boots

See me in the G. S. T. O. O.
On the side of the road, harassed by po-po's

of my B.C.C
And everybody I roll with, the family

Home of the Originoo Clappaz
And bank safe
Pot-pushin' hustlers and everyday

flauntin' get cautioned
If you don't ride the right crew
Or hope and bust off
they confront on you, I still do

Smoke buds with the
About to face the judge, all my niggaz love
I can't knock the hustle, get cream by all means
Do what you gotta do to, feed you and your seeds

Bucktown's I see
Representatives nocturnally, break a day on the regular
All night is all right us
As as we can get rid of the red we get the better

But never lose head, just maintain
Only use the cushion pain to your brain
No strain when Tek and Steele bang, ain't shit changed from
B.C.C. degrees, on to them planes

Home where the grass is
And all the Gods and earths choose a court in

The where I received my roots
Got put on to this and got my first Tim boots

See me in the G. S. T. O. O.
On the side of the road, gettin' by po-po's

of my B.C.C.
And everybody that I with, the family