Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown USA

Yeah,
again

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

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

Mr. Officer cool down your
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 again that's the where you see the same face in the street
Everybody got to the beat
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 Gods and choose a court in Medina

The place where I received my
Got put on to this and got my first 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 I roll with, the family

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

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
Called the whole force up to pat us for the crime

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

Now you offenders are gettin' hit like predicates
Goin' through the just for standin' on the strip
Gotta keep an open eye when it's 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 my roots
Got put on to loot and got my first 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 roll with, the

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

When get cautioned
If you ride with the right crew
Or hope and bust off
When they on you, I still do

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

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

But never your head, just maintain
Only use the cushion pain to ease brain
No strain when Tek and bang, ain't shit changed from 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 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 of the road, gettin' harassed by po-po's

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