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
a skirt to git wit' me, hit me
There's a girl with a back a Cadillac
I walked up and got pushed
Her tell her I'm a play-a
Dropped on a dope rhyme say-a
My offends this man
day hit Williamland Park
Creepin' a shark
Spot a bad and I swoop like a hawk
"What up?", "Howya to roll wit' a champ?"
"Please! All ya'll is tramps"
My reputation is stoppin' my
Every freak in Sac is
Back on the four lane
stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The two-one-three is
But the Mixalot is tough
Spot a young girl and I that gamin'
Baby girl asks set am I claimin'
"Just I rap, I gotta be in gang?"
It a black thang, it's a rap thang
Censorship is the nation
up a rap stars reputation

A rappers reputation, what I got

So I'm finished with the
I knock, baby, but it's to leave
Two days on the rock, boys is cruisin'
Ten, straight to Houston
They tell me 'bout the in the fifth ward
You know the must score
So we hit a fly club Guchies
Lookin' for the with the largest booties
Girlies in the club wasn't no shorts
Showin' no
For a brother like Mix, lookin' for the
Didn't need a skirt to get with me
But the nights young
And the hunk ain't
So we to the van
out of it
The club, The Main Event
We never think about a code
Just step up in the club and let the game
But as soon as my boy pulls up
Some starts runnin' up
He said you don't wanna be with a rap
They play you for your money and car
Well my boy got but the girl stepped off
a rap stars rep, the girls are lost
"Hey yo, what's up, is Mix I had to make a run
right quick, but leave your name and number 'n
getcha back, peace."

So the posse Houston Texas
All the girls callin' us sexist
Houston media is us rappers no pity
So we all hit Kansas
In K.C. we go The Gates and
get grub 'fore we run
Met a little named Stacy
I said I'm not just here for the Barbecue
She me that 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 moaney, it's Mix in the middle
In my ex named Wendy
She got a fresh Bag
'Cause she's tired of
Oooh, could a brother be
Wendy 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 to groovin'
Hands on her hips and her starts movin'
She said the Mix-A-Lot is phony
Just 'cause I I'm runnin' girls like ponies
But talkin' stuff is my occupation
That's how I got this

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