Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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Yeah, ah yeah, who we

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

Rippin' your ass discretely, if you me
bullets 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 'Texa-mase'
From gettin' funky like a

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

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 head-pull-puds
Def Jam in your ass for the
You've got but are you nice with your hands?

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Buck, buckin' em down, buck, em down

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

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

Draggin' flower-ass rappers outta clubs
it pay too much, wet 'em like a dove
But in the slang, in the speech, in the
Connect, can never be ripped by a suburban
Gun smoke, bananza on the block,
all the shit was dead, coulda did a bid
Conferring scramble, dismantle
Never and try to handle a vandal

You'll catch a forty ya head with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front like packin' lead
Dumb-dumbs are in a Spiro
And now you got beef than a jiro
Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, a script-a-slips
But that ain't new shit, burnin' ya crib
I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a nine
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, buckin' em
Buck, em down, buck, buckin' em down