Luyện nghe bài hát Hootie Hoo

Hoo
Follow the funk from the
And the dank that is in the Dungeon
It goes on and on and on, that
out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'llac
Ah Suki,
All day and day, any day, damn day
I be about the good ol' days when I was a whippersnapper
Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them I'm after
I'm a Southernplayalistic pimp
I used to a fat rock, but now I'm serving hemp
I never even smoked a of crack, but yo I'm dope
Mo' doper than a junkie or a Pooky it's on
So one, teach one, I be claiming true
To East Point and College Park and the I used to do
Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money
Club niggas, Magic City and them players
I never said I was a gangsta but I do ya
So Hallelujah,
One for the players at the crib, drinks
And two is for the sound, Hoo that I make

Hoo
Tight hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)
Yeah, Hoo
Big Boi on the left, on my right
Tight hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)

Now these bitches is my favorite sport
But ain't no game when they be your name in the court
Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it
Got an obese twenty sack, packed, it's so tight
That it's out the seams, yes sir, I'm set
Oh, but let me the 380 before I jet
off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a light (Hootie Hoo)
Communication device dun off twice
Should I answer the call, yes, I'm 'em all
We met 'em up in the mall, recall Player's
Well, it's Player's Ball 2, so I guess call you
Later on, and then your whole can fall through
Now on done got here
I takes a peek, now let me see, do we got here?
Draws, falling down like in a drive-by
I got up in draws and I told her bye bye
About two weeks later, she called me with bullshit
Talking her period late, guess what I did

No, it be me. Not me

Uh, well you know we getting cause we got that chicken gizzard
In the dungeon and scope but some of you can't cope with it
So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't
From the streets of ATL to the slums of Park
So god almighty no, Outkast for the 94 era
You heard the player's call, we taking it to another
So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a of that Martel
And you may go to

Set with a nigga from ATL, Southwest that is
It's Southern ses in your chest that is
One mo' gen for my friend who take
No from no bitch who is stank
I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who will you
Silly of you to think I would, but I will lay you
like some bo-los, you can throw those
Head, til I'm dead, yes, now your broke hoes
get me wrong to disrespect is not my shit
But if you fall in this category, then you'se a