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 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 back a Cadillac
I walked up and got pushed
Her boyfriend her I'm a play-a
Dropped salt on a dope rhyme
My reputation this man
Next day hit Williamland
Creepin' a shark
a bad freak and I swoop like a hawk
"What up?", "Howya to roll wit' a champ?"
"Please! All rappers is tramps"
My reputation is my mission
Every in Sac is dissin'
Back on the four freeway
stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The is rough
But the Mixalot is tough
Spot a young girl and I that gamin'
Baby asks what set am I claimin'
"Just 'cause I rap, I be in gang?"
It ain't a black thang, it's a rap
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 time to leave
Two days on the rock, boys is cruisin'
Interstate Ten, to Houston
tell me 'bout the girls in the fifth ward
You know the boys must
So we hit a fly called Guchies
Lookin' for the skirts the largest booties
Girlies in the club takin' no shorts
Showin' no
For a brother like Mix, lookin' for the
need a Houston skirt 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 dress
Just up in the club and let the game roll
But as as my boy Maharaji pulls up
punk starts runnin' up
He said you wanna be with a rap star
play you for your money and your car
Well my boy got but the girl stepped off
With a rap stars rep, the are lost
"Hey yo, what's up, this is Mix I had to a run
right quick, but leave your and number 'n I'll
getcha back, peace."

So the posse left Houston
All the girls keep us sexist
Houston media is us rappers no pity
So we all hit Kansas
In K.C. we go The and Suns
get grub 'fore we run
Met a little freak Stacy
I I'm not just here for the Barbecue baby
She me that look, like Pebbles
I'm acked bass not treble
So I say, Oogley-goo
"What'd you say?" I ain't you
You see the Mix game is with riddles
It ain't moaney, it's Mix in the
In my ex named Wendy
She got a fresh Bag
'Cause she's of Fendi
Oooh, could a be busted
Because 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'
Hands on her hips and her hair movin'
She the Mix-A-Lot game is phony
Just I said I'm runnin' girls like ponies
But talkin' that stuff is my
That's how I got this

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