Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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

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

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

Rippin' your ass discretely, if you me
Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no
You'll a slug in your ass while you jump the fence
Another young man just caught a case
Not from
gettin' funky like a staircase

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

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

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

Rippin' for the brothers who ain't here
Killin' and kickin' snitches right off the pier
full of guts, steady buckin' butts
Lettin' in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam in ass for the jams
You've got posse but are you nice your hands?

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

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

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

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

Draggin' your flower-ass 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, bananza on the block,
all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring scramble, dismantle
gamble and try to handle a vandal

You'll catch a forty upside ya with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front like you're lead
Dumb-dumbs are fine in a
And now you got more than a jiro
Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, flip a
But ain't new shit, burnin' ya crib down
I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a 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
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em
Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em

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