Luyện nghe bài hát Honky Tonk Badonkadonk (Album Version)

Turn it up
Alright boys, this is her favorite
You that right
So, if we play it good and
She might get up and again
Ooh, she put her beer
she comes
Here she
Left left left left

Husslers eightball
Throwin' at the wall
Feelin' damn 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend slapped him outta his chair
Poor ole boy, it his fault
It's so not to stare
At honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' rhythm
ya wanna swing along
Got it on
Donkey Kong
And
Shut my mouth, slap your
There be a law
Get the on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she even get britches on
That honky tonk
(Aww son)

Now Honey, you blame her
For what her gave her
It right to hate her
For that money-maker
Band shuts at two
But we're hangin' out till
We to see her go
But to watch her leave
With that tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' rhythm
Make ya wanna swing
Got it on
Like Kong
And
Shut my mouth, your grandma
outta be a law
Get the on the phone
have mercy, how's she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' right there, honey)

We don't care bout the
Barely to the band
Our hands, they a shakin'
When she the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody
You you fell in love
Boys, you better your distance
You can but you can't touch
honkey tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' rhythm
ya wanna swing along
Got it on
Donkey Kong
And
Shut my mouth, your grandma
outta be a law
Get the Sheriff on the
Lord have mercy, how's she get them britches on
That tonk badonkadonk

That tonk badonkadonk
Yeah, honky tonk badonkadonk

That's it, there boys,
why we do what we do
It for the money,
it for the glory,
it ain't for the whiskey
It's for the