Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown USA

Yeah,
again

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

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

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

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

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 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

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

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

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

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

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, harassed by po-po's

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

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

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

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

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

But never 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 other planes

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

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, gettin' by po-po's

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