Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' M Horse

(*Woman Spanish*) - w/ ad libs

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

1]
I got more bass a little bit
Game don't quit, my clique got a gang of them
And it don't stop, cause a brother pop
And I got a couple in my sock
One dough, one
And I got me a cutie, buckin 1992 Dually
I come booty, who me
I thought you me
You come to the newly
Take a look at truck, got 'em sittin on stuck
down to the ground, with them big sounds
Four twelves in the back, the windshield cracks
Like that, with a fat track
And I love my horsey, try to me
Scratch my back and force 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, giddy up (rollin 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
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo (westside, westside)

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

2]
I gotta get an Impala, pina
cause the gold one's nada
Get the coke white seats, fill 'em up heat
Six three the bows on feet
butter top to match the guts
Droppin butt, got 'em all sayin "what!"
back on profile, what's up now
Gotta me ten points on style
And the ain't trippin, drippin
Look at this dippin, never caught or missin
And in you was doubtin my pimpin (what up fool)
My kitten, got the pearl white scopes to match my paint
Giddy up, we go
Back to the Boulevard, with the horse to the test
I'ma this next to the best
And flex like I'm 'posta, rollin roaster
Holdn holster, closer
Cause boaster, roaster, red light toaster
No when I buck this horse

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

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

3]
Buckin this horse a baller, black top slaughter
Makin eighteen's holler
In a brand new horsie, call it my
Lookin hella fly and
at a red light waitin, Porsche's shakin
Talkin more than Payton
And I got it in first, ready for the worst
One point two burst
Let it ride a blackjack
Bettin I'm gettin my sex while I'm passin up
Grab my by the reins and tame it
Watch where I aim it, so I don't it
I can't explain the insane left
Swing to the right, it's
these busters, lookin like lusters
Sittin three in a dark blue Duster
Now I'm sittin on cruise tryna get my
Exit number 102 and then spots me
The still watch me, big man needs teriyaki
I ain't on vandals
Cause my white Impala has no handles
Gonna get met force
If you touch my ...

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