Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Em Down

Buck em (repeat 16X)
One: Buckshot Shorty *
To the weak, what we do, buck em down, life
Each and every nigga whenever I'm in the
Let my Jewel peep your style for your card
Then I a verse and take a look at the God
God hit niggaz with a verse real quick
God niggaz is all on your dick
You know what they say niggaz who ride dicks
Upstate niggaz become chicks, word
I bullshittin, ask my nigga Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was stuff
is hot, word to Ma Duke
and get the from the man kick his ass with my Timberland
Shorty with the Shots that I Buck with with
gang hanger with the double-edged
And I got clingin my drawers
Niggaz fake I'ma bust a cap fuck I'm breakin jaws
I'ma bring it to chest like, wind
Fill your fuckin up with all the bullshit from within
But put it back so parlay
To the weak in Bucktown all we do
em down (repeat 32X)
Verse Buckshot Shorty
Niggaz tell me chill when I it
Although my shit is wicked, it's all about the and how I lick
it
Or how I shot a in the mug
with the slug leavin white chalk all on a pitch rug
You tell me other word to mother
When I was fifteen runnin around I was the real lover
On the corner out shootin the
Layin up, gettin nice, talkin bout a
GQ headin up to
Push up on a shorty lookin live on the
I couldn't get the time of day I was Little K
Now you call me Buck so your lips wanna
Fuck that bitch, I know your X of thoughts
But call me Buckshot Shorty cause I take no shorts
Word to the around my chest
Big up to all de massive pon deck
So if you see a nigga speak to that bastard
Or I'ma hit his ass the motherfuckin plastic
Word life, I bullshittin
Buck em (32X)
Verse Three: Buckshot
When I was in I was a mack
Shorty was strapped a lyrical contact
knapsack, filled with the shit I G'd
and a bag of weed, yes indeed
A mad nigga runnin up on em all
Fly as hell, hit the park the wall
And all the older people sayin a bad-ass
but youse a smart little so you gonna last
They the time and they knew the rhyme woulda
hit you in at least four years, so I to split ya
in the it's all about me
Ninety-four ninety-five that's my years it I'm takin over
In nineteen-ninety-eight I wait
To get all my niggaz and do from state to state
Now I'm the that's givin instructions
Fuckin with niggaz Beatminerz on productions
to Bucktown, U.S.A.
Where the weak niggaz get their ass played
em down (repeat 32X)
Outro: Shorty
Aiyyo, this is goin out to all the niggaz
who buck down the bullshit, you know I'm sayin?
On the real, rest in peace to my nigga
in Coney Island, is mad real out there
you know what I'm sayin? Buckshot
F-T, my DJ Evil Dee
Mr. Walt, all my in the motherfucker
you know I'm sayin? Smokin mad blunts
and just chillin. So down the bullshit in ninety-three
ninety-four, ninety-five, shit is
Moon, we out