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 in limbo, first stop Sacremento
Here we go, hit a called Bentleys
Want a skirt to git me, hit me
There's a with a back like a Cadillac
I up and got pushed back
Her boyfriend tell her I'm a
Dropped on a dope rhyme say-a
My reputation offends man
Next day hit Williamland
like a shark
Spot a bad freak and I swoop like a
"What up?", "Howya like to roll a champ?"
"Please! All ya'll is tramps"
My reputation is my mission
Every in Sac is dissin'
on the four lane freeway
stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The two-one-three is
But the Mixalot is tough
Spot a young girl and I start that
Baby asks what set am I claimin'
"Just I rap, I gotta be in gang?"
It ain't a black thang, it's a rap
Censorship is sweepin' the
Messin' up a rap stars

A rappers reputation, that's I got

So I'm finished with the
I knock, baby, but it's to leave
Two on the hard rock, boys is cruisin'
Interstate Ten, straight to
They tell me 'bout the in the fifth ward
You know the boys score
So we hit a fly club Guchies
for the skirts with the largest booties
Girlies in the club wasn't no shorts
no remorse
For a brother like Mix, for the smooth
Didn't a Houston skirt to get with me
But the still young
And the ain't done
So we to the van
out of it
The next club, The Main
We never think about a code
Just step up in the club and let the game
But as as my boy Maharaji pulls up
punk starts runnin' up
He said you wanna be with a rap star
They play you for money and your car
my boy got crushed but the girl stepped off
With a rap stars rep, the are lost
"Hey yo, what's up, is Mix I had to make a run
right quick, but leave your name and number 'n
getcha back, peace."

So the posse Houston Texas
All the keep callin' us sexist
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 freak named Stacy
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-doo-goo-doo
"What'd you say?" I ain't you
You see the Mix game is laced with
It moaney, it's Mix in the middle
In my ex named Wendy
She got a Dooney Bag
'Cause she's of Fendi
Oooh, could a brother be
Wendy 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 game is
Just 'cause I said I'm girls like ponies
But that stuff is my occupation
That's how I got this

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