Luyện nghe bài hát Hootie Hoo

Hoo
Follow the funk from the
And the that is crunk in the Dungeon
It goes on and on and on, like
out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'llac
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 just a pimp
I to sling 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 or a Pooky cause it's on
So each one, teach one, I be claiming
To East Point and College Park and the things I to do
Around ATL, home of the pimps and the money
Club niggas, Magic and them Southern 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, Hootie Hoo that I

Hoo
Tight hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)
Yeah, Hoo
Big Boi on the left, Andre's on my
Tight like hallways, out always (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 Saturday night, I that makes it alright
Got an obese twenty sack, fully packed, it's so
That it's out the seams, yes sir, I'm set
Oh, but let me tuck the 380 I jet
Hops off in the Lac Big Gipp, you got a light (Hootie Hoo)
Communication dun went off twice
Should I the call, yes, I'm macking 'em all
We met 'em up in the mall, recall Ball
Well, Player's Ball 2, so I guess I'll call you
on, and then your whole crew can fall through
Now later on done got
I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got
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 '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 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 streets of ATL to the slums of Park
So god no, it's Outkast for the 94 era
You the player's call, we taking it to another level
So 'lujah, Halle, let me get a swallow of Martel
And you may go to

Set sail with a nigga ATL, Southwest that is
that Southern ses in your chest that is
One mo' gen for my friend who take
No bullshit from no bitch who is
I ain't the sugar daddy 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 your broke
Don't get me wrong to is not my shit
But if you fall in category, then you'se a bitch