Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' M Horse

(*Woman Spanish*) - w/ ad libs

Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
my horse, giddy up (throwin up this 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
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo

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

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

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

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

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

3]
Buckin this horse like a baller, top slaughter
these eighteen's holler
In a brand new horsie, it my Porschey
Lookin fly and bossy
Sittin at a red light waitin, shakin
Talkin more mess Payton
And I got it in first, ready for the worst
One point two turbo
Let it ride a blackjack
Bettin I'm gettin my sex while I'm passin up
Grab my horse by the reins and it
where I aim it, so I don't flame it
I explain the insane left lane
Swing to the right, it's
Pass these busters, lookin like
Sittin three deep in a blue Duster
Now I'm on cruise tryna get my food
number 102 and then po-po spots me
The still watch me, big man needs teriyaki
I trippin on vandals
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
my horse, giddy up
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo