Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Doll

Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, talkin
bout a hip hop

Babe you feel me, ooh, how you thrill me
You are my hip hop
Yes, baby, would you go me once and for all
And then when you squeeze me, ooh how you me
You are my hip hop
Yeah, baby, if you married me we'd have a
the beat, y'all

She was an coast dame, she knew she was pretty
The a hotel lounge in the town of Atlantic City
The girl was down, you what I'm sayin
there much room to groom.
People and tickin' clock stopped, when she walked into the room
it K,
Her beauty was pretty mouth, pretty nose
A of black fishnet stockings: pretty feet, pretty toes
I made a last minute play to the men's room, to get myself groove
to my homeboy, asked him how I looked, my boy Earl said, "shmoove"
Got out the mirror, and went to work, my forty dollar hat was
I bit down on a wintergreen certs, I up and started spittin
I set my I said, "Excuse me, but I scored that a nine point nine"
But her face confused she said, "come again,"
I said, "You know the way you fell of the place, you got style"
She smiled, said "You're real hard for some satisfaction"
She grabbed the dice, and me "go on"
I said, "Oh my God, givin' me action."
As we was it live, i threw a four and a five, my point was a nine
She the maitre'd, "Bring your best bottle of wine,"
And then she tipped him a
The arrived, we made a toast
let's try to it all in the midst, click
I a swallow of wine and threw my point: a three and a six
Know I'm sayin?

Pump pump, de pump, it up y'all, I'm talkin bout my hip hop doll
pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll
Pump pump, de pump, it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll
Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're bout a hip hop doll

it:
Just lookin at this girl was
She made me
(You know, like a Jewish man feels when he the Pope)
So I said to myself, "think fast, game, but insult her."
I had to be cool because the had class, I can tell she was cultured
I made my spill: tickets to the symphony, by Sebastian Bach
But her reply, "Well son be ill,
You see I don't to nothin but HIP-HOP!"
I said, "damn," I let her me a curve
I don't know what over me
all I had to do was stay down, you know what I'm sayin
But check out my
I said, "Yo, you really hip hop? Well, you're lookin' at an MC
And to you I dedicate this rhyme, lady, so put your arms around me."
She said, "Baby, heard all the lines
I this, I'm housin, I ain't no joke
I get raw, how you me now? You're a customer, et cetera"
But she started to choke on her wine
I said, "Easy not so fast,"
I the wine glass out of her hand
She said, "No no no, you seem to understand, my man
at the tables, you hit ten grand!"
I said, "Yeah!"
Picked up my chips, around, extended my arm
And then I screamed, "I'm it!"
Took her by the hand, "Let's go, my good luck charm"

Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, I'm talkin bout my hip hop
Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're bout a hip hop doll
Pump pump, de pump, it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll
Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin a hip hop doll

Cut it up,

Babe you feel me, ooh, how you thrill me
You are my hip hop
Yes, baby, would you go me once and for all
And then when you me, ooh how you please me
You are my hip hop
Yeah, baby, you go with me once and for all
Yes, baby, would you marry me? we'd have a
My hip hop
Yes, baby, if you married me, have a ball