Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown USA

Yeah,
again

Bucktown USA is the place I rest
Should I say chill 'cause ain't no rest for me yet
Shit, I can't say 'cause the property's hot
Got to get it while the could be got or get not

'Cause of who cop block or those who get not
Spillin' beans like a cook to crooked ass cops
To all my G's, don't snooze they crews in blues and whites
Comin' to the PJ's lookin' for

Mr. Officer down your temper
Me just cool you n'alf to come like no
I try to do my thing and you try to me in
Have me stressed with a bunch of dope in the pen

Then that's the place where you see the same face in the street
got to charge the beat
Once again, facin' the magistrate with the face
Bounce on the D. A. T. S. T. B., the new

Home where the grass is
And all the Gods and earths a court in Medina

The where I received my roots
Got put on to this and got my first Tim boots

See me in the G. S. T. O. O.
On the side of the road, gettin' by po-po's

of my B.C.C.
And everybody that I roll with, the

Camp's the way of life for a loner like me
Constantly courts in the street with police
the Sergeant 81st, pretty boy is what they call 'em
Said he was a gun man, duke is kinda

Speaks with an accent, Guyanese I imagine
A hot-headed dread known for into action
We a few times, he got his, I got mine
Called the whole force up to pat us for the crime

Said, it's all about a quarter and his veins blue
Your man Rudy Giuliani it up for you
Ain't gonna be no dice throwin', dead weed blowin'
Domestic violence, automatic fire, he ain't

Now you first offenders are gettin' hit like
Goin' through the just for standin' on the strip
Gotta an open eye when it's time to cop la
From dirty ass deeds and unmarks by

Home where the grass is
And all the and earths choose a court in Medina

The place I received my roots
Got put on to this loot and got my first Tim

See me in the G. S. T. O. O.
On the side of the road, gettin' by po-po's

of my B.C.C
And that I roll with, the family

Home of the Gunn Clappaz
And bank crackers
Pot-pushin' hustlers and everyday

When flauntin' get
If you don't ride the right crew
Or hope and bust off
When they on you, I still do

Smoke with the thugs
About to face the judge, show all my niggaz
I can't knock the hustle, get cream by all means
Do what you gotta do to, feed you and your seeds

Bucktown's I see
Representatives nocturnally, break a day on the regular
All night is all right us
As long as we can get rid of the red we get the

But never lose head, just maintain
use the cushion pain to ease your brain
No strain when Tek and Steele bang, shit changed from birth
B.C.C. degrees, on to them planes

Home the grass is greenah
And all the Gods and choose a court in Medina

The where I received my roots
Got put on to loot and got my first Tim boots

See me in the G. S. T. O. O.
On the side of the road, harassed by po-po's

of my B.C.C.
And that I roll with, the family