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)
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up (playin old cuts, doin donuts fool)
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo

1]
I got more than a little bit
Game don't quit, my clique got a of them chips
And it don't stop, cause a brother pop
And I got a couple knots in my
One dough, one
And I got me a cutie, this 1992 Dually
Will I booty, who me
I you knew me
You to the Boulevard newly
Take a look at truck, got 'em sittin on stuck
Drop down to the ground, them big sounds
Four twelves in the back, 'til the cracks
that, with a fat bass track
And I my horsey, try to ignore me
Scratch my back and force me to dump
Dump, dump, dump, put 'em on
And drive my horse 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
Buckin my horse, up (eastside, essa)
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo (westside, westside)

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

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

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

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

3]
Buckin horse like a baller, black top slaughter
Makin these eighteen's
In a brand new horsie, it my Porschey
hella fly and bossy
Sittin at a red light waitin, Porsche's
Talkin mess than Payton
And I got it in first, ready for the worst
One two turbo burst
Let it ride like a
Bettin I'm gettin my sex while I'm 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 left lane
Swing to the right, it's
Pass busters, lookin like lusters
Sittin three deep in a dark blue
Now I'm sittin on cruise get my food
Exit number 102 and then spots me
The guys still watch me, big man needs
I ain't trippin on
Cause my white Impala has no door
get met with force
If you touch my ...

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