Luyện nghe bài hát A Rapper's Reputation

I'm rollin' in a van. California, that's my plan
Got memories left in limbo, first stop Sacremento
Here we go, hit a club called
Want a to git wit' me, hit me
There's a girl with a like a Cadillac
I walked up and got back
Her tell her I'm a play-a
Dropped salt on a dope say-a
My reputation this man
Next day hit Williamland
Creepin' a shark
Spot a bad freak and I swoop like a
"What up?", "Howya to roll wit' a champ?"
"Please! All ya'll is tramps"
My is stoppin' my mission
freak in Sac is dissin'
Back on the four freeway
stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The two-one-three is
But the Mixalot game is
a young girl and I start that gamin'
Baby girl asks set am I claimin'
"Just 'cause I rap, I be in gang?"
It ain't a thang, it's a rap thang
is sweepin' the nation
Messin' up a rap stars

A reputation, that's what I got

So I'm finished the two-one-three
I knock, baby, but it's to leave
Two days on the hard rock, is cruisin'
Ten, straight to Houston
They me 'bout the girls in the fifth ward
You know the boys must
So we hit a fly club called
Lookin' for the with the largest booties
Girlies in the club wasn't takin' no
no remorse
For a like Mix, lookin' for the smooth
Didn't need a Houston to get with me
But the still young
And the hunk done
So we to the van
out of it
The club, The Main Event
We never think a dress code
Just step up in the and let the game roll
But as as my boy Maharaji pulls up
punk starts 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
a rap stars rep, the girls are lost
"Hey yo, what's up, this is Mix I had to a run
right quick, but leave your and number 'n I'll
getcha back, peace."

So the posse Houston Texas
All the girls keep us sexist
Houston media is givin' us 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 here for the Barbecue baby
She gave me look, like Pebbles
I'm with bass not treble
So I say, Oogley-goo
"What'd you say?" I tellin' you
You see the Mix game is laced riddles
It moaney, it's Mix in the middle
In walked my ex Wendy
She got a Dooney Bag
'Cause tired of Fendi
Oooh, a brother be busted
Because trusted, Me?
An' ah a lit'l lie 'n
I was a loyal guy
Wendy got mad and she to dis me
In City
Wendy to groovin'
on her hips and her hair starts movin'
She said the Mix-A-Lot is phony
'cause I said I'm runnin' girls like ponies
But talkin' that stuff is my
That's how I got this

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