Luyện nghe bài hát A Rapper's Reputation

I'm rollin' in a Nine-Oh van. California, that's my
Got memories Mix-A-Lot left in limbo, first Sacremento
we go, hit a club called Bentleys
Want a to git wit' me, hit me
There's a girl a back like a Cadillac
I up and got pushed back
Her tell her I'm a play-a
salt on a dope rhyme say-a
My reputation this man
day hit Williamland Park
Creepin' a shark
a bad freak and I swoop like a hawk
"What up?", "Howya like to wit' a champ?"
"Please! All ya'll is tramps"
My reputation is stoppin' my
Every in Sac is dissin'
Back on the four freeway
stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The two-one-three is
But the Mixalot is tough
Spot a young and I start that gamin'
Baby girl asks 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
Messin' up a rap stars

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 ward
You know the boys must
So we hit a fly club called
Lookin' for the skirts with the largest
Girlies in the club wasn't no shorts
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 Event
We never think about a dress
Just step up in the and let the game roll
But as as my boy Maharaji pulls up
Some punk starts 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, this is Mix I had to a run
right quick, but leave your name and number 'n
getcha back, peace."

So the posse left Texas
All the girls keep callin' us
Houston is givin' us rappers no pity
So we all hit Kansas
In K.C. we go The Gates and
Gotta get grub we run
Met a freak named Stacy
I said I'm not here for the Barbecue baby
She gave me that look, Pebbles
I'm acked bass not treble
So I say, oogley-doo-goo-doo
"What'd you say?" I ain't you
You see the Mix game is laced riddles
It ain't moaney, Mix in the middle
In walked my ex Wendy
She got a fresh Bag
'Cause she's of Fendi
Oooh, could a be busted
Wendy 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 and her hair starts movin'
She said the Mix-A-Lot game is
'cause I said I'm runnin' girls like ponies
But talkin' stuff is my occupation
That's how I got reputation

A reputation, got a rappers reputation
Bring it on down. A rappers reputation, bring it
A reputation, that's what I got. A rappers
reputation, peace.