Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

Yeah, man the flavor,
Yeah, ah yeah, who we

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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em

Ninety-three comin' off the flicks and the rough shit
Packin' niggas kicks with black pits, saber tooth, the truth,
Spit the juice and let the
Let it fly, betty-bye if you're to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Sweat why?
I make your seem obsolete G

your ass discretely, if you meet me
Puttin' holes in tents, no fingerprints
You'll catch a in your ass while you jump the fence
Another young man just caught a case
Not 'Texa-mase'
From gettin' funky a staircase

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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em

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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down
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Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a
With an magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
Wettin' up the block mad Tech shots
the glock, puttin' crack heads in headlocks
Like a with my dig-beaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckin' you down my two-seater

Rippin' shit for the brothers who ain't
Killin' and kickin' snitches right off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady butts
Lettin' moonlight in your
Def Jam in your ass for the
You've got but are you nice with your hands?

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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down

Biggin' up and the rippin' them up and the
them up and the pickin' them up and the
Biggin' them up and the them up and the
Shakin' up and the pickin' them up and the

Biggin' them up and the rippin' up and the
Shakin' them up and the pickin' up
Biggin' them up and the rippin' up and the
Shakin' up and the pick

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Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em

Draggin' your rappers outta clubs
it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the
Connect, can be ripped by a suburban child
Gun smoke, on the block, yeah
all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring scramble, dismantle
gamble and try to handle a vandal

You'll catch a forty ya head with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front like you're lead
are fine in a Spiro
And now you got more than a jiro
Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, flip a
But that ain't new shit, ya crib down
I'm frontin' personal, he's how a nine sounds
Busy-quizick, the is in fizz up his li-life, the visits was borin'

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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em

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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down
Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em