Luyện nghe bài hát Hootie Hoo

Hoo
Follow the funk the skunk
And the that is crunk in the Dungeon
It goes on and on and on, that
Going out to the and hoes in the 'llac
Ah Suki,
All day and day, any day, every day
I be thinking about the good ol' when I was a whippersnapper
Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be them draws I'm
I'm just a pimp
I used to a fat rock, but now I'm serving hemp
I never even a gram of crack, but yo I'm dope
Mo' than a junkie or a Pooky cause it's on
So each one, 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 makers
Club niggas, Magic and them Southern players
I never said I was a but I will do ya
So Hallelujah,
One for the players at the crib, drinks
And two is for the sound, Hootie Hoo that I

Hoo
Tight like hallways, out always(Hootie Hoo)
Yeah, Hoo
Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my
like hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)

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

No, it be me. Not me

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

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