Luyện nghe bài hát A Rapper's Reputation

I'm rollin' in a Nine-Oh van. California, my plan
Got Mix-A-Lot left in limbo, first stop Sacremento
Here we go, hit a called Bentleys
Want a to git wit' me, hit me
There's a with a back like a Cadillac
I up and got pushed back
Her boyfriend tell her I'm a
Dropped on a dope rhyme say-a
My offends this man
Next day hit Williamland
Creepin' a shark
Spot a bad freak and I swoop like a
"What up?", "Howya to roll wit' a champ?"
"Please! All rappers is tramps"
My reputation is stoppin' my
Every in Sac is dissin'
Back on the four freeway
stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The is rough
But the game is tough
Spot a young girl and I start that
girl asks what set am I claimin'
"Just 'cause I rap, I be in gang?"
It a black thang, it's a rap thang
is sweepin' the nation
Messin' up a rap reputation

A reputation, that's what I got

So I'm finished the two-one-three
I knock, baby, but it's time to
Two days on the hard rock, is cruisin'
Interstate Ten, to Houston
tell me 'bout the girls in the fifth ward
You know the must score
So we hit a fly club called
Lookin' for the skirts the largest booties
Girlies in the club takin' no shorts
no remorse
For a brother like Mix, lookin' for the
Didn't need a Houston skirt to get me
But the nights young
And the hunk done
So we to the van
out of it
The club, The Main Event
We think about a dress code
Just step up in the and let the game roll
But as as my boy Maharaji pulls up
Some punk starts up
He said you don't wanna be with a rap
play you for your money and your car
Well my boy got crushed but the girl off
a rap stars rep, the girls are lost
"Hey yo, what's up, this is Mix I had to a run
quick, but leave your name and number 'n I'll
getcha back, peace."

So the posse left Houston
All the girls callin' us sexist
Houston media is us rappers no pity
So we all hit City
In K.C. we go The and Suns
Gotta get grub we run
Met a little named Stacy
I said I'm not just here for the baby
She gave me look, like Pebbles
I'm acked with not treble
So I say, Oogley-goo
"What'd you say?" I tellin' you
You see the Mix game is laced with
It ain't moaney, Mix in the middle
In my ex named Wendy
She got a fresh Bag
'Cause tired of Fendi
Oooh, a brother be busted
Wendy trusted, Me?
An' ah told a lie 'n
Said I was a guy
Wendy got mad and she to dis me
In City
Wendy starts to
Hands on her and her hair starts movin'
She said the game is phony
Just I said I'm runnin' girls like ponies
But talkin' that is my occupation
how I got this reputation

A rappers reputation, got a rappers
Bring it on down. A rappers reputation, bring it
A rappers reputation, that's what I got. A
reputation, peace.