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, em down

Ninety-three comin' off the flicks and the rough shit
Packin' niggas kicks with black pits, saber tooth, the truth,
the juice and let the hot-ass-lead-loose
Let it fly, betty-bye if you're to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Sweat why?
I make Benz seem obsolete 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 black man just a case
Not from
From gettin' funky like a

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

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

Rippin' shit for the brothers who here
Killin' and kickin' snitches right off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady buckin'
Lettin' in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam in your ass for the
got posse but are you nice with your hands?

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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
them up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' them up and the them up and the

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

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

Draggin' your flower-ass rappers clubs
it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the
Connect, can never be by a suburban child
Gun smoke, on the block, yeah
When all the was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring emcee scramble,
Never gamble and try to a vandal

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

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

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