Luyện nghe bài hát A Rapper's Reputation

I'm rollin' in a van. California, that's my plan
Got memories Mix-A-Lot left in limbo, first stop
we go, hit a club called Bentleys
Want a to git wit' me, hit me
There's a girl with a back like a
I up and got pushed back
Her boyfriend her I'm a play-a
Dropped salt on a dope rhyme
My offends this man
Next day hit Park
Creepin' a shark
Spot a bad freak and I swoop a hawk
"What up?", "Howya like to roll a champ?"
"Please! All rappers is tramps"
My reputation is stoppin' my
Every in Sac is dissin'
on the four lane freeway
stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The two-one-three is
But the Mixalot game is
Spot a young girl and I start gamin'
Baby girl asks what set am I
"Just 'cause I rap, I be in gang?"
It ain't a thang, it's a rap thang
Censorship is the nation
Messin' up a rap reputation

A rappers reputation, that's I got

So I'm finished with the
I knock, baby, but it's time to
Two days on the hard rock, boys is
Ten, straight to Houston
They tell me the girls in the fifth ward
You know the boys score
So we hit a fly called Guchies
Lookin' for the skirts the largest booties
Girlies in the wasn't takin' no shorts
no remorse
For a brother like Mix, for the smooth
Didn't a Houston skirt to get with me
But the still young
And the hunk done
So we to the van
out of it
The club, The Main Event
We never think a dress code
Just step up in the club and let the roll
But as as my boy Maharaji pulls up
Some punk starts up
He said you don't wanna be a rap star
They play you for your and your car
Well my boy got but the girl stepped off
With a rap stars rep, the are lost
"Hey yo, up, this is Mix I had to make a run
right quick, but your name and number 'n I'll
right back, peace."

So the posse Houston Texas
All the girls callin' us sexist
Houston media is givin' us no pity
So we all hit Kansas
In K.C. we go The and Suns
get grub 'fore we run
Met a little named Stacy
I said I'm not just here for the Barbecue
She gave me look, like Pebbles
I'm with bass not treble
So I say, oogley-doo-goo-doo
"What'd you say?" I tellin' you
You see the Mix game is with riddles
It moaney, it's Mix in the middle
In walked my ex named
She got a fresh Bag
'Cause she's of Fendi
Oooh, could a be busted
Because trusted, Me?
An' ah a lit'l lie 'n
Said I was a guy
Wendy got mad and she to dis me
In Kansas
Wendy starts to
on her hips and her hair starts movin'
She said the game is phony
Just 'cause I I'm runnin' girls like ponies
But talkin' that is my occupation
That's how I got this

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