Luyện nghe bài hát A Rapper's Reputation

I'm in a Nine-Oh van. California, that's my plan
Got memories left in limbo, first stop Sacremento
Here we go, hit a called Bentleys
a skirt to git wit' me, hit me
There's a girl with a like a Cadillac
I walked up and got back
Her boyfriend her I'm a play-a
Dropped on a dope rhyme say-a
My offends this man
Next day hit Park
Creepin' a shark
Spot a bad freak and I like a hawk
"What up?", "Howya like to roll a champ?"
"Please! All ya'll is tramps"
My is stoppin' my mission
freak in Sac is dissin'
Back on the four lane
stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The is rough
But the Mixalot game is
Spot a young and I start that gamin'
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 stars

A rappers reputation, what I got

So I'm finished with the
I knock, baby, but it's to leave
Two days on the hard rock, is cruisin'
Ten, straight to Houston
They tell me the girls in the fifth ward
You the boys must score
So we hit a fly club called
Lookin' for the skirts with the largest
Girlies in the club takin' no shorts
Showin' no
For a brother Mix, lookin' for the smooth
Didn't need a skirt to get with me
But the nights still
And the hunk ain't
So we to the van
out of it
The next club, The Main
We never about a dress code
Just step up in the and let the game roll
But as as my boy Maharaji pulls up
Some starts runnin' up
He said you don't wanna be a rap star
They play you for your money and 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 your name and 'n I'll
getcha back, peace."

So the posse left Texas
All the girls keep callin' us
media is givin' us rappers no pity
So we all hit City
In K.C. we go The Gates and
Gotta get grub we run
Met a freak named Stacy
I I'm not just here for the Barbecue baby
She gave me that look, Pebbles
I'm acked with bass not
So I say, oogley-doo-goo-doo
"What'd you say?" I ain't you
You see the Mix is laced with riddles
It ain't moaney, Mix in the middle
In walked my ex named
She got a fresh Bag
'Cause she's of Fendi
Oooh, a brother be busted
Because trusted, Me?
An' ah told a lie 'n
I was a loyal guy
Wendy got mad and she to dis me
In Kansas
Wendy to groovin'
Hands on her hips and her hair starts
She said the Mix-A-Lot game is
Just 'cause I said I'm runnin' like ponies
But talkin' that stuff is my
how I got this reputation

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