Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' Em Down

Yeah, man the flavor,
Yeah, ah yeah, who we

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Ninety-three comin' off with the flicks and the shit
Packin' niggas kicks with pits, saber tooth, the truth, ha-coot
Spit the juice and let the
Let it fly, betty-bye if you're to die
Kickin' your ass and you can ask Keith why?
I make your seem obsolete G

Rippin' ass discretely, if you meet me
bullets holes in tents, no fingerprints
You'll catch a slug in your ass while you the fence
young black man just caught a case
Not from
From funky like a staircase

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Yeah, what a scene, pullin' a
an extra magazine out the baggy-ass jeans
Wettin' up the with mad Tech shots
Drop the glock, crack heads in headlocks
Like a with my dig-beaters
Ten millimeter, buck, buckin' you from my two-seater

Rippin' shit for the brothers who here
Killin' bears and kickin' right off the pier
Glock full of guts, steady butts
Lettin' in your head-pull-puds
Def Jam in ass for the jams
You've got posse but are you nice with your

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

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

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

You'll catch a forty upside ya head with ya fake
Tryin' to like you're packin' lead
Dumb-dumbs are fine in a
And now you got more than a jiro
Peep the ballistic, kick, slick, quick, a script-a-slips
But that new shit, burnin' ya crib down
I'm frontin' personal, he's hearin' how a nine
Busy-quizick, the is in fizz up his li-life, the visits was borin'

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