Luyện nghe bài hát Hootie Hoo

Hoo
Follow the funk from the
And the dank that is in the Dungeon
It on and on and on, like that
Going out to the Jeeps and hoes in the
Ah Suki,
All day and day, any day, damn day
I be thinking about the good ol' days I was a whippersnapper
Used to try to get a kiss, but now it be draws I'm after
I'm a Southernplayalistic pimp
I used to sling a fat rock, but now I'm hemp
I even smoked 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 and the things I used to do
Around ATL, home of the pimps and the makers
Club niggas, Magic City and them Southern
I never I was a gangsta but I will do ya
So Hallelujah,
One for the at the crib, drinking drinks
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 these bitches is my favorite sport
But ain't no game when they be calling your name in the
Oh, it's night, I guess that makes it alright
Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so
That busting 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 dun went off twice
Should I answer the call, yes, I'm 'em all
We met 'em up in the mall, Player's Ball
Well, Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll call you
Later on, and then your whole can fall through
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 draws and I her bye bye
two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit
Talking 'bout her period late, 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 but some of you niggas can't cope with it
So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it stop
From the streets of ATL to the slums of College
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 swallow of that
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 don't
No bullshit from no who is stank
I ain't the sugar nigga who will make 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
Don't get me wrong to is not my shit
But if you fall in this category, then a bitch