Luyện nghe bài hát A Rapper's Reputation

I'm rollin' in a Nine-Oh van. California, my plan
Got memories 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 a back like a Cadillac
I up and got pushed back
Her boyfriend her I'm a play-a
salt on a dope rhyme say-a
My reputation offends 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 stoppin' my
Every freak in Sac is
on the four lane freeway
stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The is rough
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
Censorship is the nation
up a rap stars reputation

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, boys is
Interstate Ten, straight to
They me 'bout the girls in the fifth ward
You the boys must score
So we hit a fly club Guchies
Lookin' for the skirts with the largest
in the club wasn't takin' no shorts
Showin' no
For a like Mix, lookin' for the smooth
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 next club, The Main
We never about a dress code
Just step up in the and let the game roll
But as soon as my boy Maharaji up
Some starts runnin' up
He said you don't wanna be a rap star
play you for your money and your car
Well my boy got but the girl stepped off
With a rap rep, the girls are lost
"Hey yo, what's up, is Mix I had to make 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 us rappers no pity
So we all hit City
In K.C. we go The and Suns
Gotta get grub we run
Met a little freak named
I said I'm not just here for the Barbecue
She gave me that look, Pebbles
I'm acked bass not treble
So I say, Oogley-goo
"What'd you say?" I ain't 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 she's of Fendi
Oooh, could a 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 City
starts to groovin'
Hands on her hips and her hair starts
She the Mix-A-Lot game is phony
Just I said I'm runnin' girls like ponies
But talkin' that stuff is my
That's how I got this

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.