Luyện nghe bài hát Hip Hop Doll

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

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

She was an east coast dame, she knew she was
The place: a lounge in the town of Atlantic City
The girl was down, you know I'm sayin
there wasn't much to groom.
People talking and clock stopped, when she walked into the room
it K,
Her beauty was shocking: mouth, pretty nose
A pair of black 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 hat was hittin
I bit down on a wintergreen certs, I stepped up and started
I set my pace: I said, "Excuse me, but I scored that a point nine"
But her looked confused she said, "come again,"
I said, "You know the way you fell of the place, you got style"
She smiled, said "You're working real for some satisfaction"
She grabbed the dice, and me "go on"
I said, "Oh my God, givin' me action."
As we was kicki it live, i a four and a five, my point was a nine
She told the maitre'd, "Bring best bottle of wine,"
And then she tipped him a
The wine arrived, we a toast
try to keep 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, pump it up y'all, I'm talkin my hip hop doll
Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop
Pump pump, de pump, pump it up y'all, we're talkin a hip hop doll
Pump pump, de pump, it up y'all, we're talkin bout a hip hop doll

it:
Just lookin at this was dope
She made me
(You know, like a Jewish man when he meets the Pope)
So I to myself, "think fast, game, but don't insult her."
I had to be cool because the girl had class, I can tell she was
I made my spill: to the symphony, music by Sebastian Bach
But her reply, "Well son be ill,
You see I listen to nothin but HIP-HOP!"
I said, "damn," I let her throw me a
I don't know what over me
all I had to do was stay down, you know what I'm sayin
But out my recovery:
I said, "Yo, you really like hip hop? Well, 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 like me now? a customer, et cetera"
But then she started to on her wine
I said, "Easy not so fast,"
I took the glass out of her hand
She said, "No no no, you don't to understand, my man
at the tables, you hit ten grand!"
I said, "Yeah!"
Picked up my chips, turned around, my arm
And I screamed, "I'm kickin it!"
Took her by the hand, "Let's go, my good luck charm"

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

Cut it up,

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