Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' M Horse

(*Woman speaking Spanish*) - w/ ad

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

1]
I got more bass than a bit
Game don't quit, my clique got a gang of chips
And it don't stop, cause a brother 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 come to the Boulevard
Take a look at this truck, got 'em sittin on
Drop down to the ground, them 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 force me to
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
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
is my vehicle, you know what I'm sayin?
I when I wanna roll
When I want I got my cabbage like that
You know what I'm
player hatin 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 seats, fill 'em up with heat
Six three with the on feet
butter top to match the guts
Droppin butt, got 'em all sayin "what!"
Double back on profile, up now
Gotta give me ten on style
And the paint ain't trippin,
Look at this dippin, never caught slippin or
And in case you was my pimpin (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
park this next to the best
And flex like I'm 'posta, rollin roaster
this holster, closer
Cause boaster, roaster, red light toaster
No remorse when I this 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, up, Westside
Buckin my horse, giddy up,
Buckin my horse, up, Westside
Buckin my horse, giddy up,
my horse, giddy up, Westside
Buckin my horse, giddy up,

3]
Buckin this horse like a baller, black top
these eighteen's holler
In a brand new horsie, it my Porschey
Lookin hella fly and
Sittin at a red waitin, Porsche's shakin
Talkin more mess Payton
And I got it in first, gettin for the worst
One point two burst
Let it ride like a
Bettin I'm my sex while I'm passin 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 insane lane
Swing to the right, it's
Pass these busters, like lusters
Sittin three deep in a dark Duster
Now I'm sittin on cruise get my food
Exit number 102 and then spots me
The guys still me, big man needs teriyaki
I trippin on vandals
Cause my Impala has no door handles
Gonna get met with
If you touch my ...

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