Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Em Down (Remix)

Buck em
em down
Buck em

To the weak, what we do, em down, word life
Each and every nigga I'm in the sight
Let my jewel peep your style for your card
I kick a verse and take a look at the God
God hit niggaz with a verse real quick

C'mon God niggaz is all on your
You know what they say niggaz who ride dicks
Upstate become chicks, word life
I bullshittin', ask my nigga Buff
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet

Shit is hot, to Ma Duke
And get the from the man kick his ass with my Timberland
with the Shots that I buck with, fuck with
Gang hanger the double edged banger
And I got niggaz clingin' my

fake I'ma bust a cap fuck that I'm breakin' jaws
I'ma bring it to your like wind
Fill your fuckin' lungs up all the bullshit from within
But I'm a put it back so
To the weak in Bucktown all we do

em down
Buck em
em down

Niggaz me chill when I kick it
Although my shit is wicked, it's all the blunts and how I lick it
Or how I a nigga in the mug
With the slug white chalk all on a pitch black rug
You couldn't me other word to mother

When I was fifteen runnin' I was the real street lover
On the out shootin' the dice
Layin' up, nice, talkin' bout a heist
G Q headin' up to one, two,
Push up on a lookin' live on the prize

I couldn't get the time of day I was Little K
Now you call me Buck so your lips puck
that bitch, I know your X amount of thoughts
But they call me Buckshot Shorty cause I no shorts
Word to the around my chest

Big up to all de rudebwoy pon dec
So if you see a weak speak to that bastard
Or hit his ass with the motherfuckin' plastic

Buck em
(Word life, I bullshittin')
Buck em
Buck em

When I was in I was a mack
Shorty was strapped with a ill contact
Knapsack, filled the shit that I G'd
And a bag of weed, yes indeed
A mad little runnin' up on 'em all

Fly as hell, hit the play the wall
And all the older sayin' Shorty's a bad ass
But youse a smart little so you gonna last
They knew the time and they knew the woulda
Hit you in at four years, so I came to split ya

In the three it's all about me
Ninety four, ninety five, that's my years fuck it I'm takin'
In nineteen ninety eight, I couldn't
To get all my niggaz and do shows from state to
Now I'm the that's givin' instructions

with them niggaz
Beatminerz on
to Bucktown, USA
Where the weak niggaz get shit ass played

Buck em
Buck em
Buck em

Aiyyo, this is goin' out to all the real
Who buck down the bullshit, you what I'm sayin'?
On the real, rest in peace to my nigga Buttahin, Island
Shit is mad real out there, you know I'm sayin'?
Shorty Five, F T, my DJ Evil Dee

Mr. Walt, B, all my niggaz in the
You know what I'm sayin'? mad blunts and just chillin'
So buck the bullshit in ninety three
Ninety four, five, shit is ours
Moon, we out