Luyện nghe bài hát Bucktown USA

Yeah,
again

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Speaks an accent, Guyanese I would imagine
A hot-headed dread known for jumpin' into
We danced a few times, he got his, I got
Called the force up to pat us down for the crime

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

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

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

The place 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, harassed by po-po's

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

Home of the Originoo Gunn
And safe crackers
hustlers and everyday jackers

When flauntin' get
If you don't ride the right crew
Or [Incomprehensible] and bust off
When confront on you, I still do

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

everywhere I see
Representatives livin' nocturnally, a day on the regular
All is all right with us
As long as we can get rid of the red we get the

But never lose your head, just
use the cushion pain to ease your brain
No strain when Tek and Steele bang, ain't shit changed birth
B.C.C. degrees, on to other planes

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

The place 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' harassed by

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