Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown USA

Yeah,
again

Bucktown USA is the place where I
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 gettin' be got or get not

of those 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 crews in and whites
to the PJ's lookin' for fights

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

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

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

The place where I received my
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, gettin' harassed by

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

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

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

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

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

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

The place where I received my
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

Home of the Originoo Gunn
And bank crackers
Pot-pushin' hustlers and everyday

When flauntin' get
If you don't ride with the crew
Or hope and bust off
they confront 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 your by all means
Do you gotta do to, liveto feed you and your seeds

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

But never lose your head, just
Only use the pain to ease your brain
No strain when Tek and Steele bang, shit changed from birth
B.C.C. degrees, on to them planes

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

The place where I received my
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 I roll with, the family