Luyện nghe bài hát Buck Em Down (Remix)

Buck em
Buck em
Buck em

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

God niggaz is all on your dick
You know what they say niggaz who ride dicks
Upstate become chicks, word life
I ain't bullshittin', ask my nigga
On the streets he was tough locked up he was sweet

is hot, word to Ma Duke
And get the loot from the man kick his ass my Timberland
Shorty with the that I buck with, fuck with
Gang with the double edged banger
And I got clingin' my drawers

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

Buck em
Buck em
em down

Niggaz tell me chill I kick it
Although my is wicked, it's all about the blunts and how I lick it
Or how I shot a in the mug
With the slug leavin' white chalk all on a black rug
You tell me other word to mother

When I was fifteen around I was the real street lover
On the corner out the dice
Layin' up, gettin' nice, talkin' bout a
G Q up to one, two, five
Push up on a shorty lookin' on the prize

I get the time of day when I was Little K
Now you call me Buck so your lips wanna
Fuck that bitch, I know your X of thoughts
But they call me Buckshot Shorty cause I take no
Word to the shell around my

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

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

When I was in school I was a
Shorty was strapped with a ill lyrical
Knapsack, filled the shit that 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 nigga so you last
knew the time and they knew the rhyme woulda
Hit you in at least years, so I came to split ya

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

Fuckin' with them
on productions
to Bucktown, USA
Where the weak niggaz get their ass played

em down
Buck em
em down

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

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