Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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

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

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

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

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, buckin' em

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

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

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

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

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

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, buckin' em

Draggin' your rappers outta clubs
Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the
Connect, can never be by a suburban child
Gun smoke, bananza on the block,
When all the shit was dead, did a bid
emcee scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to handle a

You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya dreads
Tryin' to front like packin' lead
Dumb-dumbs are fine in a
And now you got more beef than a
the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, flip a script-a-slips
But that ain't new shit, burnin' ya down
I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a sounds
Busy-quizick, the disare is in fizz up his li-life, the visits was

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

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