Luyện nghe bài hát A Rapper's Reputation

I'm rollin' in a van. California, that's my plan
Got memories Mix-A-Lot left in limbo, first stop
Here we go, hit a called Bentleys
Want a to git wit' me, hit me
There's a girl with a like a Cadillac
I walked up and got pushed
Her boyfriend tell her I'm a
salt on a dope rhyme say-a
My offends this man
day hit Williamland Park
Creepin' like a
a bad freak and I swoop like a hawk
"What up?", "Howya like to roll a champ?"
"Please! All rappers is tramps"
My reputation is stoppin' my
Every 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 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 sweepin' the
Messin' up a rap reputation

A rappers reputation, what I got

So I'm finished the two-one-three
I knock, baby, but time to leave
Two days on the rock, boys is cruisin'
Ten, straight to Houston
They tell me 'bout the girls in the ward
You the boys must score
So we hit a fly called Guchies
Lookin' for the skirts with the booties
Girlies in the club takin' no shorts
no remorse
For a brother like Mix, lookin' for the
Didn't need a skirt to get with me
But the still young
And the hunk done
So we to the van
out of it
The next club, The Event
We never think a dress code
step up in the club and let the game roll
But as soon as my boy Maharaji up
Some punk runnin' up
He said you wanna be with a rap star
They play you for your money and car
Well my boy got crushed but the girl off
With a rap stars rep, the girls are
"Hey yo, what's up, this is Mix I had to a run
right quick, but your name and number 'n I'll
getcha back, peace."

So the posse left Houston
All the girls keep callin' us
media is givin' us rappers no pity
So we all hit City
In K.C. we go The Gates and
get grub 'fore we run
Met a little named Stacy
I said I'm not just for the Barbecue baby
She me that look, like Pebbles
I'm acked with not treble
So I say, Oogley-goo
"What'd you say?" I tellin' you
You see the Mix game is with riddles
It ain't moaney, it's Mix in the
In walked my ex Wendy
She got a fresh Bag
'Cause 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 Kansas
Wendy to groovin'
on her hips and her hair starts movin'
She said the game is phony
Just 'cause I said I'm runnin' girls like
But talkin' that stuff is my
That's how I got reputation

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