Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown USA

Yeah,
Once

Bucktown USA is the place where I
Should I say chill there ain't no rest for me yet
Shit, I can't say chill 'cause the 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 your temper
Me just cool you to come like no murderer
I try to do my and you try to take me in
Have me with a bunch of dope fiends in the pen

Then that's the place where you see the same face in the street
got to charge the beat
Once again, facin' the with the screw 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 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, harassed by po-po's

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

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

with an accent, Guyanese I would imagine
A hot-headed dread known for jumpin' 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 and his veins bleed blue
Your man Rudy Giuliani it up for you
gonna be no dice throwin', dead that weed blowin'
Domestic violence, automatic fire, he jokin'

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

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

The place where I received my
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' harassed by

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

Home of the Originoo Clappaz
And safe crackers
hustlers and everyday jackers

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

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

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

But lose your head, just maintain
use the cushion pain to ease your brain
No strain when Tek and Steele bang, ain't shit changed birth
B.C.C. degrees, on to them other

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

The place 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 side of the road, harassed by po-po's

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