Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown USA

Yeah,
Once

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

'Cause of who cop block 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 you n'alf to come like no murderer
I try to do my and you try to take 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
again, facin' the magistrate with 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 choose a 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

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

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

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

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

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

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 with, the family

Home of the Originoo Clappaz
And bank safe
Pot-pushin' and everyday jackers

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

buds with 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 seeds

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

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

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 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 everybody that I roll with, the