Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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

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

Ninety-three off with the flicks and the rough shit
Packin' kicks 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 Benz seem G

your ass discretely, if you meet me
Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no
catch a slug in your ass while you jump the fence
Another young black man just a case
Not from
From funky like a staircase

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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em
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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, buckin' em
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 Tech
Drop the glock, puttin' crack in headlocks
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'
moonlight in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam in ass for the jams
You've got posse but are you with your hands?

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Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Biggin' up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' them up and the pickin' up and the
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' up and the pickin' them up
Biggin' up and the rippin' them up and the
Shakin' up and the pick

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

Draggin' your flower-ass outta clubs
Thinkin' it pay too much, wet 'em like a
But in the slang, in the speech, in the
Connect, can never be ripped by a suburban
Gun smoke, bananza on the block,
all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring emcee scramble,
Never gamble and try to handle a

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

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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

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, buckin' em