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 this 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, donuts fool)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo

1]
I got bass than a little bit
don't quit, my clique 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 this Dually
I come booty, who me
I thought you me
You come to the newly
Take a at this truck, got 'em sittin on stuck
Drop to the ground, with them big sounds
Four twelves in the back, 'til the cracks
Like that, with a fat bass
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 horse 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)
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 - talking]
Hey, you say fool?
Nah, let me explain to you
This is my vehicle, you know I'm sayin?
I roll when I roll
I want cause I got my cabbage like that
You know I'm sayin?
Keep player hatin and watch the ass
(*car slams and tires skid*)

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

(Female voice: take it from the East to the West homes)

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

3]
Buckin this horse like a baller, top slaughter
these eighteen's holler
In a brand new horsie, call it my
Lookin hella fly and
Sittin at a red waitin, Porsche's shakin
Talkin more mess than
And I got it in first, gettin ready for the
One point two burst
Let it like a blackjack
Bettin I'm my sex while I'm passin up Vettes
my horse by the reins and tame it
Watch where I aim it, so I 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 blue Duster
Now I'm sittin on tryna get my food
Exit number 102 and po-po spots me
The still watch me, big man needs teriyaki
I trippin on vandals
my white Impala has no door handles
Gonna get met force
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
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo