Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' M Horse

(*Woman speaking Spanish*) - w/ ad

Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, giddy up (throwin up dirty old for life, fool)
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up (oh a la rasa)
my horse, giddy 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 than a little bit
Game don't quit, my clique got a of them chips
And it stop, cause a brother went pop
And I got a couple knots in my
One dough, one
And I got me a cutie, buckin this 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, with big sounds
Four twelves in the back, 'til the windshield
Like that, a fat bass track
And I love my horsey, try to me
Scratch my back and 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)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up (on rizza, ta nizzay)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
my horse, giddy up (eastside, essa)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
my horse, giddy up, hey yo (westside, westside)

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

2]
I get an Impala, pina colada
White cause the gold nada
Get the coke seats, fill 'em up with heat
Six three the bows on feet
Peanut top to match the guts
Droppin that butt, got 'em all "what!"
back on profile, what's up now
Gotta give me ten points on
And the paint ain't trippin,
at this dippin, never caught slippin or missin
And in you was doubtin my pimpin (what up fool)
My kitten, got the pearl white scopes to my paint coat
up, here we go
Back to the Boulevard, with the horse to the test
I'ma park this next to the
And flex I'm 'posta, rollin this roaster
Holdn holster, closer
Cause I'ma boaster, roaster, red light
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, giddy up,
Buckin my horse, up, Westside
Buckin my horse, up, Eastside
my horse, giddy up, Westside
Buckin my horse, giddy up,
Buckin my horse, giddy up,
Buckin my horse, giddy up,

3]
Buckin horse like a baller, black top slaughter
Makin these holler
In a new horsie, call it my Porschey
Lookin fly and bossy
at a red light waitin, Porsche's shakin
Talkin more than Payton
And I got it in first, ready for the worst
One point two burst
Let it like a blackjack
Bettin I'm my sex while I'm passin up Vettes
Grab my by the reins and tame it
Watch I aim it, so I don't flame it
I can't the insane left lane
to the right, it's pain
Pass these busters, lookin like
Sittin three deep in a blue Duster
Now I'm sittin on cruise tryna get my
Exit number 102 and then spots me
The still watch me, big man needs teriyaki
I ain't trippin on
Cause my white Impala has no door
Gonna get met with
If you touch my ...

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