Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' M Horse

(*Woman speaking Spanish*) - w/ ad

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, up (playin old cuts, doin donuts fool)
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo

1]
I got more than a little bit
Game don't quit, my clique got a gang of them
And it don't stop, cause a went pop
And I got a knots in my sock
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 Boulevard
Take a look at this truck, got 'em on stuck
down 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 and you'll force me to dump
Dump, dump, dump, put 'em on
And my horse 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
my horse, giddy up (eastside, essa)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
my horse, giddy up, hey yo (westside, westside)

[Break - Woman
Hey, what you say
Nah, let me somethin to you
is my vehicle, you know what I'm sayin?
I roll when I wanna
When I want cause I got my cabbage like
You know I'm sayin?
player hatin and watch the ass drop
(*car slams and tires skid*)

2]
I get an Impala, pina colada
White the gold one's nada
Get the coke white seats, fill 'em up with
Six three with the bows on
butter top to match the guts
Droppin that butt, got 'em all "what!"
Double on profile, what's up now
Gotta me ten points on style
And the paint ain't trippin,
at this dippin, never caught slippin or missin
And in you was doubtin 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 the horse to the test
I'ma this next to the best
And like I'm 'posta, rollin this roaster
Holdn holster, closer
Cause boaster, roaster, red light toaster
No remorse when I buck this

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

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

3]
Buckin this horse like a baller, black top
Makin eighteen's holler
In a brand new horsie, call it my
hella fly and bossy
Sittin at a red light waitin, shakin
Talkin more mess Payton
And I got it in first, gettin ready for the
One point two turbo
Let it ride a blackjack
Bettin I'm gettin my sex 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 left lane
to the right, it's pain
Pass these busters, lookin like
Sittin three deep in a blue Duster
Now I'm sittin on tryna get my food
Exit number 102 and then spots me
The guys still watch me, big man teriyaki
I ain't trippin on
Cause my white Impala has no door
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
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo