Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown USA

Yeah,
again

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

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

Mr. cool down your temper
Me just cool you n'alf to come like no
I try to do my thing and you try to me in
me stressed with a bunch of dope 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, 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 Gods and earths choose a in Medina

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

Speaks with an accent, Guyanese I would
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 down for the

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

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

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

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 that I roll with, the family

Home of the Originoo Clappaz
And safe crackers
Pot-pushin' hustlers and 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 with the thugs
About to the judge, show all my niggaz love
I can't the hustle, get your cream by all means
Do what you gotta do to, liveto feed you and your

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

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

Home where the grass is
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 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