Luyện nghe bài hát A Rapper's Reputation

I'm rollin' in a Nine-Oh van. California, that's my
Got Mix-A-Lot left in limbo, first stop Sacremento
Here we go, hit a called Bentleys
Want a skirt to git me, hit me
There's a girl with a like a Cadillac
I walked up and got back
Her boyfriend tell her I'm a
Dropped salt on a dope rhyme
My reputation this man
day hit Williamland Park
Creepin' a shark
a bad freak and I swoop like a hawk
"What up?", "Howya to roll wit' a champ?"
"Please! All ya'll is tramps"
My is stoppin' my mission
Every freak in Sac is
Back on the four lane
stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The two-one-three is
But the game is tough
Spot a young girl and I start 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 reputation

A rappers reputation, 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 tell me the girls in the fifth ward
You know the boys score
So we hit a fly club Guchies
Lookin' for the skirts the largest booties
Girlies in the wasn't takin' no shorts
Showin' no
For a brother Mix, lookin' for the smooth
need a Houston skirt to get with me
But the nights young
And the hunk ain't
So we to the van
out of it
The club, The Main Event
We never think a dress code
Just step up in the club and let the game
But as soon as my boy pulls up
punk starts runnin' up
He said you don't wanna be with a rap
They you for your money and your car
my boy got crushed 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 'n I'll
right back, peace."

So the posse left Texas
All the girls keep us sexist
media 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 little freak named
I said I'm not just here for the baby
She gave me that look, Pebbles
I'm acked with bass not
So I say, oogley-doo-goo-doo
"What'd you say?" I tellin' you
You see the Mix game is laced riddles
It moaney, it's Mix in the middle
In my ex named Wendy
She got a fresh Bag
she's 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
starts to groovin'
Hands on her and her hair starts movin'
She said the Mix-A-Lot is phony
Just 'cause I said I'm runnin' girls like
But that stuff is my occupation
That's how I got this

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