Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown USA

Yeah,
again

Bucktown USA is the place I rest
Should I say chill there ain't no rest for me yet
Shit, I say chill 'cause the property's 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 'cause they crews in blues and
Comin' to the PJ's for fights

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

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

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

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

of my B.C.C.
And everybody that I 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, is kinda brawlic

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

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

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

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

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' by po-po's

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

Home of the Originoo Gunn
And bank safe
hustlers and everyday jackers

When get cautioned
If you don't with the right crew
Or hope [Incomprehensible] and off
When they on you, I still do

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

everywhere I see
Representatives nocturnally, break a day on the regular
All is all right with us
As long as we can get rid of the red we get the

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

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 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