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 club called
Want a skirt to git me, hit me
There's a girl with a back like a
I walked up and got back
Her boyfriend her I'm a play-a
Dropped salt on a dope say-a
My reputation this man
day hit Williamland Park
Creepin' a shark
Spot a bad freak and I swoop a hawk
"What up?", "Howya like to wit' a champ?"
"Please! All ya'll is tramps"
My is stoppin' my mission
Every freak in Sac is
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 that
girl asks what set am I claimin'
"Just I rap, I gotta be in gang?"
It ain't a black thang, a rap thang
is sweepin' 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 time to
Two days on the rock, boys is cruisin'
Ten, straight to Houston
They me 'bout the girls in the fifth ward
You know the boys score
So we hit a fly club called
for the skirts with the largest booties
Girlies in the club wasn't no shorts
Showin' no
For a like Mix, lookin' for the smooth
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 next club, The Event
We never about a dress code
step up in the club and let the game roll
But as soon as my boy Maharaji up
Some starts runnin' up
He you don't wanna be with a rap star
play you for your money and your car
Well my boy got crushed but the stepped off
With a rap stars rep, the girls are
"Hey yo, what's up, this is Mix I had to 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
Gotta get grub we run
Met a little named Stacy
I said I'm not here for the Barbecue baby
She gave me look, like Pebbles
I'm acked with not treble
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, it's Mix in the
In my ex named Wendy
She got a fresh Bag
'Cause she's of Fendi
Oooh, a brother be busted
Because trusted, Me?
An' ah a lit'l lie 'n
Said I was a guy
got mad and she wants to dis me
In Kansas
starts to groovin'
Hands on her hips and her hair movin'
She said the Mix-A-Lot game is
Just 'cause I said I'm girls like ponies
But talkin' that stuff is my
how I got this reputation

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