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

Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the shit
Packin' kicks 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 obsolete G

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

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

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

Rippin' shit for the who ain't here
Killin' bears and kickin' snitches off the pier
Glock full of guts, buckin' butts
Lettin' moonlight in your
Def Jam in your ass for the
You've got posse but are you nice with hands?

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

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

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 never be ripped by a suburban
Gun smoke, on the block, yeah
When all the was dead, coulda did a bid
emcee scramble, dismantle
Never gamble and try to a vandal

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

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