Luyện nghe bài hát A Rapper's Reputation

I'm in a Nine-Oh van. California, that's my plan
Got memories Mix-A-Lot in limbo, first stop Sacremento
Here we go, hit a called Bentleys
a skirt to git wit' me, hit me
There's a girl with a back like a
I walked up and got back
Her boyfriend her I'm a play-a
salt on a dope rhyme say-a
My offends this man
Next day hit Williamland
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 stoppin' my
freak in Sac is dissin'
Back on the four lane
stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The two-one-three is
But the Mixalot is tough
Spot a young girl and I start gamin'
Baby girl asks what set am I
"Just I rap, I gotta be in gang?"
It ain't a black thang, a rap thang
Censorship is sweepin' the
Messin' up a rap reputation

A rappers reputation, that's I got

So I'm with the two-one-three
I knock, baby, but it's time to
Two on the hard rock, boys is cruisin'
Interstate Ten, to Houston
tell 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
Girlies in the club wasn't no shorts
Showin' no
For a brother like Mix, lookin' for the
Didn't need a Houston to get with me
But the still young
And the hunk ain't
So we to the van
out of it
The next club, The Main
We never think about a code
Just up in the club and let the game roll
But as soon as my boy Maharaji up
Some starts runnin' up
He said you wanna be with a rap star
They you for your money and your car
my boy got crushed but the girl stepped off
With a rap stars rep, the are lost
"Hey yo, up, this is Mix I had to make a run
quick, but leave your name and number '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 City
In K.C. we go The and Suns
Gotta get grub we run
Met a little freak named
I I'm not just here for the Barbecue baby
She me that look, like Pebbles
I'm acked with bass not
So I say, Oogley-goo
"What'd you say?" I tellin' you
You see the Mix game is laced with
It ain't moaney, it's Mix in the
In walked my ex Wendy
She got a Dooney Bag
she's tired of Fendi
Oooh, could a brother be
Wendy trusted, Me?
An' ah told a lie 'n
Said I was a 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 game is
'cause I said I'm runnin' girls like ponies
But talkin' that stuff is my
how I got this reputation

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