Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown USA

Yeah,
Once

Bucktown USA is the place I rest
Should I say chill 'cause ain't no rest for me yet
Shit, I can't say chill 'cause the hot
Got to get it while the gettin' be got or get not

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

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

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

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

The place I received my roots
Got put on to loot 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 I roll with, the family

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

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

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

Now you offenders are gettin' hit like predicates
Goin' through the system for standin' on the strip
Gotta keep an open eye when time to cop la
From dirty ass and unmarks ridin' by

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

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

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

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

of the Originoo Gunn Clappaz
And bank crackers
hustlers and everyday jackers

When flauntin' get
If you ride with the right crew
Or hope [Incomprehensible] and off
they confront on you, I still do

Smoke buds with the
to face the judge, show all my niggaz love
I knock the hustle, get your cream by all means
Do what you gotta do to, liveto feed you and your

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

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

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

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

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