Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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

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Ninety-three off with the flicks and the rough shit
Packin' niggas kicks with black pits, tooth, the truth, ha-coot
the juice and let the hot-ass-lead-loose
Let it fly, if you're ready to die
your ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why?
I your Benz seem obsolete G

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

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

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

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

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Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down
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Draggin' your rappers outta clubs
it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove
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,
gamble and try to handle a vandal

You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake
Tryin' to front like you're packin'
Dumb-dumbs are in a Spiro
And now you got more beef a jiro
the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, flip a script-a-slips
But that new shit, burnin' ya crib 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

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