Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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Yeah, ah yeah, who we

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Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the shit
Packin' kicks with black pits, saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot
Spit the and let the hot-ass-lead-loose
Let it fly, betty-bye if ready to die
your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why?
I make your seem obsolete G

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

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Yeah, a scene, pullin' a Tech
With an extra magazine out the jeans
Wettin' up the block with mad Tech
Drop the glock, crack heads in headlocks
Like a cheetah my dig-beaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckin' you down from my

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

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

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

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Draggin' flower-ass rappers outta clubs
Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em like a
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 emcee scramble,
Never and try to handle a vandal

You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya dreads
Tryin' to front you're packin' lead
Dumb-dumbs are fine in a
And now you got more beef 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 hearin' how a sounds
Busy-quizick, the disare is in up his li-life, the visits was borin'

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