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

1]
I got bass than a little bit
Game don't quit, my got a gang 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, buckin 1992 Dually
I come booty, who me
I you knew me
You to the Boulevard newly
a look at this truck, got 'em sittin on stuck
Drop to the ground, with them big sounds
Four twelves in the back, 'til the windshield
that, with 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
my horse, giddy up (rollin down the Boulevard)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up (on rizza, ta nizzay)
Buckin my horse, 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 wanna
When I cause I got my cabbage like that
You know what I'm
Keep player hatin and watch the ass
(*car door and tires skid*)

2]
I gotta get an Impala, colada
White cause the gold nada
Get the white seats, fill 'em up with heat
Six with the bows on feet
butter top to match the guts
Droppin butt, got 'em all sayin "what!"
Double back on profile, up now
Gotta me ten points on style
And the paint trippin, drippin
Look at this dippin, caught slippin 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
park this next to the best
And flex like I'm 'posta, this roaster
Holdn this holster,
I'ma boaster, roaster, red light toaster
No remorse when I buck horse

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

Buckin my horse, up, Westside
Buckin my horse, up, Eastside
my horse, giddy up, Westside
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 this horse a baller, black top slaughter
Makin eighteen's holler
In a new horsie, call it my Porschey
Lookin fly and bossy
Sittin at a red light waitin, shakin
Talkin mess than Payton
And I got it in first, ready for the worst
One two turbo burst
Let it ride a blackjack
Bettin I'm my sex while I'm passin up Vettes
Grab my horse by the reins and it
where I aim it, so I don't flame it
I can't explain the insane left
Swing to the right, it's
Pass these busters, lookin lusters
three deep in a dark blue Duster
Now I'm sittin on cruise tryna get my
number 102 and then po-po spots me
The guys still watch me, big man teriyaki
I ain't on vandals
Cause my Impala has no door 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
my horse, giddy up
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo