Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown USA

Yeah,
Once

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

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

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

again 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 grass is
And all the and earths choose 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 side of the road, harassed by po-po's

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

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

with an accent, Guyanese I would imagine
A hot-headed dread for jumpin' 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 about a quarter and his veins bleed
Your man Giuliani 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 are gettin' hit like predicates
Goin' the system just for standin' on the strip
Gotta 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 and earths choose a court in Medina

The place where I my roots
Got put on to this loot and got my first Tim

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

Home of the Gunn Clappaz
And safe crackers
Pot-pushin' hustlers and everyday

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

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

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

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

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

The place where I my roots
Got put on to this loot and got my first Tim

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 roll with, the