Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

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Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the rough
Packin' niggas with black pits, saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot
Spit the and let the hot-ass-lead-loose
Let it fly, betty-bye if ready to die
Kickin' ass and you can ask Keith Sweat why?
I make Benz seem obsolete G

your ass discretely, if you meet me
Puttin' bullets holes in tents, no
You'll catch a slug in your ass while you jump the
Another young black man just caught a
Not 'Texa-mase'
From gettin' funky like a

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Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a
With an magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
up the block with mad Tech shots
Drop the glock, puttin' crack in headlocks
a cheetah with my dig-beaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckin' you down from my

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

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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
them up and the pickin' them up and the

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

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

catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake dreads
Tryin' to front like you're lead
Dumb-dumbs are in a Spiro
And now you got beef than a jiro
the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, flip a script-a-slips
But that ain't new shit, burnin' ya crib
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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