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
Here we go, hit a called Bentleys
Want a skirt to git me, hit me
There's a girl with a back like a
I up and got pushed back
Her tell her I'm a play-a
salt on a dope rhyme say-a
My reputation offends man
day hit Williamland Park
Creepin' a shark
Spot a bad freak and I like a hawk
"What up?", "Howya to roll wit' a champ?"
"Please! All ya'll is tramps"
My reputation is my mission
freak in Sac is dissin'
Back on the four lane
stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The two-one-three is
But the game is tough
Spot a girl and I start that gamin'
Baby girl what set am I claimin'
"Just I rap, I gotta be in gang?"
It a black thang, it's a rap thang
Censorship is sweepin' the
Messin' up a rap reputation

A reputation, that's what I got

So I'm finished the two-one-three
I knock, baby, but it's time to
Two on the hard rock, boys is cruisin'
Interstate Ten, to Houston
They tell me the girls in the fifth ward
You the boys must score
So we hit a fly called Guchies
Lookin' for the with the largest booties
Girlies in the club wasn't takin' no
no remorse
For a brother like Mix, lookin' for the
Didn't 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 a dress code
step up in the club and let the game roll
But as soon as my boy Maharaji up
Some punk runnin' up
He said you don't be with a rap star
They play you for your money and car
Well my boy got crushed but the stepped off
With a rap stars rep, the girls are
"Hey yo, up, this 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 keep callin' us sexist
Houston media is us rappers no pity
So we all hit Kansas
In K.C. we go The and Suns
get grub 'fore we run
Met a little freak Stacy
I said I'm not just 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 moaney, it's Mix in the middle
In my ex named Wendy
She got a fresh Bag
'Cause she's tired of
Oooh, a brother be busted
Wendy trusted, Me?
An' ah a lit'l lie 'n
I was a loyal guy
Wendy got mad and she to dis me
In Kansas
Wendy starts to
Hands on her hips and her starts movin'
She said the Mix-A-Lot game is
Just 'cause I said I'm runnin' girls ponies
But talkin' that stuff is my
how I got this reputation

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