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

1]
I got more than a little bit
Game don't quit, my clique got a gang of chips
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, buckin 1992 Dually
Will I booty, who me
I you knew me
You to the Boulevard newly
Take a look at this truck, got 'em sittin on
Drop down to the ground, with big sounds
Four twelves in the back, the windshield cracks
Like that, with a fat bass
And I my horsey, try to ignore me
Scratch my and you'll 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, giddy up (rollin the Boulevard)
my horse, giddy 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, you say fool?
Nah, let me somethin to you
This is my vehicle, you what I'm sayin?
I roll when I roll
When I want cause I got my cabbage that
You what I'm sayin?
player hatin and watch the ass drop
(*car door slams and skid*)

2]
I gotta get an Impala, colada
White cause the gold nada
Get the coke white seats, fill 'em up with
Six three with the bows on
Peanut butter top to the guts
Droppin butt, got 'em all sayin "what!"
Double on profile, what's up now
Gotta give me ten on style
And the ain't trippin, drippin
Look at this dippin, never caught or missin
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
I'ma park this next to the
And flex like I'm 'posta, rollin this
this holster, closer
Cause I'ma boaster, roaster, red toaster
No remorse when I this horse

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

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

3]
Buckin horse like a baller, black top slaughter
Makin these eighteen's
In a brand new horsie, it my Porschey
Lookin fly and bossy
at a red light waitin, Porsche's shakin
Talkin more mess than
And I got it in first, gettin ready for the
One point two turbo
Let it like a blackjack
Bettin I'm gettin my sex while I'm up Vettes
Grab my horse by the and tame it
Watch where I aim it, so I don't it
I explain the insane left lane
Swing to the right, pain
Pass busters, lookin like lusters
Sittin three deep in a dark blue
Now I'm sittin on cruise get my food
Exit number 102 and po-po spots me
The guys still me, big man needs teriyaki
I trippin on vandals
my white Impala has no door handles
Gonna get met with
If you my ... horse

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