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 called
Want a skirt to git 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 salt on a dope rhyme
My offends this man
Next day hit Williamland
Creepin' a shark
Spot a bad 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 freak in Sac is
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 that gamin'
Baby girl asks set am I claimin'
"Just 'cause I rap, I be in gang?"
It a black thang, it's a rap thang
is sweepin' the nation
Messin' up a rap reputation

A rappers reputation, what I got

So I'm finished with the
I knock, baby, but it's time to
Two days on the hard rock, is cruisin'
Interstate Ten, straight to
They tell me 'bout the girls in the fifth
You know the boys must
So we hit a fly club called
Lookin' for the skirts with the booties
Girlies in the club takin' no shorts
no remorse
For a brother like Mix, lookin' for the
Didn't need a skirt to get with me
But the nights young
And the ain't done
So we to the van
out of it
The club, The Main Event
We think about a dress code
Just up in the club and let the game roll
But as soon as my boy pulls up
punk starts runnin' up
He said you don't be with a rap star
They play you for your and your car
Well my boy got crushed but the girl off
With a rap stars rep, the girls are
"Hey yo, up, this is Mix I had to make a run
right quick, but your name and number 'n I'll
getcha back, peace."

So the posse Houston 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 Gates and
Gotta get 'fore 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 bass not treble
So I say, oogley-doo-goo-doo
"What'd you say?" I tellin' 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 tired of Fendi
Oooh, could a 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 City
Wendy to groovin'
Hands on her hips and her hair starts
She said the Mix-A-Lot game is
'cause I said I'm runnin' girls like 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, bring it
A rappers reputation, that's what I got. A
reputation, peace.