Luyện nghe bài hát Hootie Hoo

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

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

Now playing bitches is my favorite sport
But no game when they be calling your name in the court
Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess that makes it
Got an twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight
That it's 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 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
on, and then your whole crew can fall through
Now later on got here
I takes a peek, now let me see, do we got here?
Draws, falling like niggas in a drive-by
I got up in draws and I told her bye bye
About two later, she called me with some bullshit
Talking 'bout her period late, guess I did

No, it be me. Not me

Uh, you know we getting blizzard cause we got that chicken gizzard
In the dungeon and scope but some of you niggas 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 no, it's Outkast for the 94 era
You heard the player's call, we taking it to another
So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of Martel
And you may go to

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