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 Sacremento
Here we go, hit a club Bentleys
a skirt to git wit' me, hit me
There's a girl with a back a Cadillac
I walked up and got back
Her tell her I'm a play-a
Dropped on a dope rhyme say-a
My reputation offends man
Next day hit Williamland
Creepin' like a
a bad freak and I swoop like a hawk
"What up?", "Howya like to roll a champ?"
"Please! All ya'll is tramps"
My reputation is my mission
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 is tough
Spot a young girl and I start that
girl asks what set am I claimin'
"Just I rap, I gotta 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 with the two-one-three
I knock, baby, but it's to leave
Two on the hard rock, boys is cruisin'
Interstate Ten, to Houston
tell me 'bout the girls in the fifth ward
You know the boys must
So we hit a fly club Guchies
Lookin' for the skirts with the largest
Girlies in the club wasn't takin' no
Showin' no
For a brother like Mix, for the smooth
need a Houston skirt to get with me
But the nights young
And the hunk done
So we to the van
out of it
The next club, The Main
We never think about a code
Just up in the club and let the game roll
But as soon as my boy pulls up
Some punk starts up
He said you wanna be with a rap star
They play you for your and your car
my boy got crushed but the girl stepped off
With a rap stars rep, the girls are
"Hey yo, what's up, is Mix I had to make a run
right quick, but leave name and number 'n I'll
getcha back, peace."

So the posse Houston Texas
All the girls keep callin' us
Houston is givin' us rappers no pity
So we all hit Kansas
In K.C. we go The Gates and
Gotta get 'fore we run
Met a little freak Stacy
I said I'm not just here for the Barbecue
She gave me that look, Pebbles
I'm acked with bass not
So I say, Oogley-goo
"What'd you say?" I ain't you
You see the Mix game is laced with
It moaney, it's Mix in the middle
In my ex named Wendy
She got a fresh Bag
she's tired of Fendi
Oooh, could a brother be
Wendy trusted, Me?
An' ah told a lie 'n
I was a loyal 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 Mix-A-Lot is phony
Just 'cause I 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, it back
A reputation, that's what I got. A rappers
reputation, peace.