Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown USA

Yeah,
again

Bucktown USA is the where I rest
Should I say chill there ain't no rest for me yet
Shit, I can't say 'cause 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, don't snooze 'cause they crews in and whites
Comin' to the PJ's for fights

Mr. cool down your temper
Me just cool you n'alf to come 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 where you see the same face in the street
Everybody got to charge the
Once again, facin' the magistrate the screw face
Bounce on the D. A. T. S. T. B., the new

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

The place where I received my
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 roll with, the

Camp's the way of life for a loner like me
Constantly holdin' courts in the with police
Like the Sergeant 81st, boy is what they 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 up to pat us down for the crime

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

Now you first offenders are hit like predicates
Goin' through the system just for standin' on the
Gotta an open eye when it's time to cop la
From ass deeds and unmarks ridin' by

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

The where 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, harassed by po-po's

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

Home of the Gunn Clappaz
And bank crackers
Pot-pushin' and everyday jackers

When flauntin' get
If you don't ride with the crew
Or [Incomprehensible] and bust off
When they on you, I still do

Smoke buds the thugs
About to face the judge, show all my 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
Representatives nocturnally, break a day on the regular
All night is all right 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 your brain
No strain when Tek and Steele bang, shit changed from birth
B.C.C. degrees, on to them other

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

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

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