Luyện nghe bài hát Honky Tonk Badonkadonk (Album Version)

Turn it up
Alright boys, is her favorite song
You know that
So, if we it good and loud
She might get up and dance
Ooh, she put her down
Here she
Here she
Left left right left

Husslers eightball
Throwin' darts at the
Feelin' damn 10 ft. tall
Here she comes, Lord us all
Ol' T.W.'s girlfriend done him outta his chair
ole boy, it ain't his fault
It's so hard not to
At that honky badonkadonk
Keepin' rhythm
Make ya wanna along
Got it on
Like Donkey
And
my mouth, slap your grandma
There be a law
Get the on the phone
Lord have mercy, how's she get them britches on
That honky badonkadonk
(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 three
We to see her go
But love to watch her
With that tonk badonkadonk
perfect rhythm
Make ya swing along
Got it on
Like Kong
And
Shut my mouth, slap grandma
There be a law
Get the Sheriff on the
Lord have mercy, how's she even get them on
With that tonk badonkadonk
(Ooh, that's what I'm talkin' right there, honey)

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

That honky badonkadonk
Yeah, that honky badonkadonk

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