Luyện nghe bài hát Buckin' M Horse

(*Woman speaking Spanish*) - w/ ad

Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, giddy up (throwin up this old for life, fool)
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up (oh a la rasa)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
my horse, giddy up (playin old cuts, doin 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 them
And it don't stop, cause a went pop
And I got a couple knots in my
One dough, one
And I got me a cutie, this 1992 Dually
I come 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 them big
Four twelves in the back, 'til the cracks
Like that, a fat bass track
And I love my horsey, try to me
Scratch my back and force me to dump
Dump, dump, dump, put 'em on
And drive my horse the sun

Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, giddy up (rollin the Boulevard)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
my horse, giddy up (on rizza, ta nizzay)
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up (eastside, essa)
my horse, giddy up, hey yo, hey
Buckin my horse, up, hey yo (westside, westside)

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

2]
I get an Impala, pina colada
White cause the one's nada
Get the white seats, fill 'em up with heat
Six three with the bows on
butter top to match the guts
Droppin butt, got 'em all sayin "what!"
back on profile, what's up now
Gotta give me ten on style
And the paint trippin, drippin
Look at this dippin, caught slippin or missin
And in case you was my pimpin (what up fool)
My kitten, got the pearl scopes to match my paint coat
up, here we go
Back to the Boulevard, rush with the horse to the
park this next to the best
And flex I'm 'posta, rollin this roaster
Holdn this holster,
I'ma boaster, roaster, red light toaster
No remorse I buck this horse

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

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

3]
Buckin this horse a baller, black top slaughter
these eighteen's holler
In a brand new horsie, it my Porschey
hella fly and bossy
Sittin at a red light waitin, shakin
more mess than Payton
And I got it in first, gettin ready for the
One two turbo burst
Let it ride like a
Bettin I'm my sex while I'm passin up Vettes
my horse by the reins and tame it
Watch I aim it, so I don't flame it
I can't the insane left lane
Swing to the right, pain
these busters, lookin like lusters
Sittin three deep in a dark blue
Now I'm on cruise tryna get my food
Exit number 102 and po-po spots me
The guys still watch me, big man teriyaki
I trippin on vandals
Cause my white Impala has no handles
Gonna get met force
If you touch my ...

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