Luyện nghe bài hát Honky Tonk Badonkadonk (Album Version)

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

Husslers eightball
Throwin' darts at the
Feelin' damn near 10 ft.
Here she comes, help us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done slapped him his chair
ole boy, it ain't his fault
It's so not to stare
At that honky tonk
Keepin' perfect
Make ya wanna swing
Got it on
Like Donkey
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 tonk badonkadonk
(Aww son)

Now Honey, you can't her
For what her gave her
It right to hate her
For workin' money-maker
Band shuts at two
But we're hangin' out three
We to see her go
But love to her leave
With that tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' rhythm
Make ya wanna swing
Got it on
Like Kong
And
Shut my mouth, slap grandma
There be a law
Get the Sheriff on the
Lord have mercy, she even get them britches on
With that tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' right there, honey)

We don't care the drinkin'
Barely listen to the
Our hands, start a shakin'
she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody
You think you in love
Boys, you better keep distance
You can look but you touch
That tonk badonkadonk
perfect rhythm
Make ya swing along
Got it on
Like Donkey
And
Shut my mouth, slap your
outta be a law
Get the on the phone
Lord have mercy, she even get them britches on
That tonk badonkadonk

honky tonk badonkadonk
Yeah, that tonk badonkadonk

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