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

1]
I got more than a little bit
don't quit, my clique got a gang of them chips
And it don't stop, a brother went pop
And I got a couple in my sock
One dough, one
And I got me a cutie, buckin this Dually
Will I booty, who me
I thought you me
You come to the newly
Take a look at truck, got 'em sittin on stuck
Drop down to the ground, with big sounds
Four twelves in the back, the windshield cracks
Like that, a fat bass track
And I love my horsey, try to 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, giddy up (rollin the Boulevard)
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up (on rizza, ta nizzay)
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, 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 roll when I roll
When I want I got my cabbage like that
You what I'm sayin?
Keep player hatin and the ass drop
(*car door slams and skid*)

2]
I gotta get an Impala, 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 butt, got 'em all sayin "what!"
Double on profile, what's up now
Gotta give me ten on style
And the ain't trippin, drippin
at this dippin, never caught slippin or missin
And in case you was my pimpin (what up fool)
My kitten, got the white scopes to match my paint coat
up, here we go
Back to the Boulevard, rush with the horse to the
I'ma park next to the best
And flex like I'm 'posta, this roaster
Holdn this holster,
I'ma boaster, roaster, red light toaster
No remorse I buck this horse

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

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

3]
Buckin this horse a baller, black top slaughter
Makin eighteen's holler
In a new horsie, call it my Porschey
Lookin hella fly and
Sittin at a red light waitin, Porsche's
Talkin mess than Payton
And I got it in first, gettin for the worst
One two turbo burst
Let it like a blackjack
Bettin I'm gettin my sex I'm passin up Vettes
my horse by the reins and tame it
Watch where I aim it, so I don't it
I can't explain the left lane
Swing to the right, pain
Pass busters, lookin like lusters
Sittin three deep in a dark blue
Now I'm on cruise tryna get my food
Exit 102 and then po-po spots me
The still watch me, big man needs teriyaki
I trippin on vandals
my white Impala has no door handles
Gonna get met force
If you my ... horse

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