Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' M Horse

(*Woman Spanish*) - w/ ad libs

Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up (throwin up this dirty old for life, fool)
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up (oh a la rasa)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up (playin old cuts, doin donuts fool)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo

1]
I got more bass than a bit
Game quit, my clique got a gang of them chips
And it stop, cause a brother went pop
And I got a couple in my sock
One dough, one
And I got me a cutie, buckin 1992 Dually
Will I booty, who me
I thought you me
You come to the Boulevard
Take a look at truck, got 'em sittin on stuck
Drop down to the ground, them big sounds
Four twelves in the back, the windshield cracks
Like that, a fat bass track
And I my horsey, try to ignore me
Scratch my back and you'll me to dump
Dump, dump, dump, put 'em on
And drive my into the sun

Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up (rollin down the Boulevard)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
my horse, giddy up (on rizza, ta nizzay)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
my horse, giddy up (eastside, essa)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
my horse, giddy up, hey yo (westside, westside)

[Break - talking]
Hey, what you say
Nah, let me explain to you
is my vehicle, you know what I'm sayin?
I when I wanna roll
When I want I got my cabbage like that
You what I'm sayin?
player hatin and watch the ass drop
(*car door and tires skid*)

2]
I get an Impala, pina colada
White cause the gold one's
Get the coke white seats, 'em up with heat
Six three with the bows on
Peanut top to match the guts
Droppin that butt, got 'em all "what!"
back on profile, what's up now
Gotta give me ten on style
And the paint trippin, drippin
at this dippin, never caught slippin or missin
And in you was doubtin my pimpin (what up fool)
My kitten, got the pearl scopes to match my paint coat
up, here we go
Back to the Boulevard, rush with the horse to the
park this next to the best
And flex like I'm 'posta, rollin this
Holdn this holster,
Cause I'ma boaster, roaster, red toaster
No when I buck this horse

(Female voice: Let's take it from the East to the homes)

Buckin my horse, giddy up,
Buckin my horse, giddy up,
my horse, giddy up, Westside
Buckin my horse, giddy up,
Buckin my horse, up, Westside
my horse, giddy up, Eastside
Buckin my horse, up, Westside
Buckin my horse, giddy up,

3]
Buckin horse like a baller, black top slaughter
Makin these holler
In a brand new horsie, call it my
Lookin hella fly and
Sittin at a red light waitin, shakin
Talkin more mess than
And I got it in first, gettin for the worst
One point two turbo
Let it ride a blackjack
Bettin I'm gettin my sex I'm passin up Vettes
Grab my by the reins and tame it
where I aim it, so I don't flame it
I can't explain the insane lane
Swing to the right, pain
Pass these busters, lookin like
Sittin three in a dark blue Duster
Now I'm on cruise tryna get my food
Exit 102 and then po-po spots me
The guys still watch me, big man teriyaki
I ain't trippin on
Cause my white has no door handles
get met with force
If you my ... horse

Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up (yeah)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo