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)
my horse, giddy 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, doin fool)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
my horse, giddy up, hey yo

1]
I got bass than a little bit
Game don't quit, my clique got a gang of them
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, this 1992 Dually
Will I booty, who me
I you knew me
You to the Boulevard newly
Take a at this truck, got 'em sittin on stuck
Drop down to the ground, them big sounds
Four in the back, 'til the windshield cracks
Like that, with a fat track
And I love my horsey, try to me
Scratch my and you'll force me to dump
Dump, dump, dump, put 'em on
And my horse into the sun

Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up (rollin down the Boulevard)
Buckin my horse, 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)
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo (westside, westside)

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

2]
I gotta get an Impala, colada
White cause the one's nada
Get the coke white seats, fill 'em up with
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
Gotta give me ten points on
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 scopes to match my paint coat
Giddy up, we go
Back to the Boulevard, rush with the to the test
park this next to the best
And like I'm 'posta, rollin this roaster
Holdn this holster,
Cause I'ma boaster, roaster, red light
No remorse when I this horse

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

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

3]
Buckin this horse like a baller, top slaughter
Makin these holler
In a brand new horsie, call it my
Lookin fly and bossy
Sittin at a red light waitin, Porsche's
Talkin more mess 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
Grab my horse by the reins and it
Watch where I aim it, so I flame it
I can't the insane left lane
Swing to the right, it's
Pass these busters, lookin lusters
Sittin deep in a dark blue Duster
Now I'm sittin on cruise tryna get my
Exit 102 and then po-po spots me
The still watch me, big man needs teriyaki
I ain't trippin on
my white Impala has no door handles
Gonna get met force
If you my ... horse

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