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, like
Going out to the Jeeps and hoes in the
Ah Suki,
All day and day, any day, every day
I be thinking about the good ol' days 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 to sling a fat rock, but now I'm serving hemp
I never even a gram of crack, but yo I'm dope
Mo' doper than a junkie or a cause 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 and the money makers
Club niggas, Magic City and them players
I never said I was a 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 hallways, smoked out always(Hootie Hoo)
Yeah, Hoo
Big Boi on the left, on my right
Tight like hallways, smoked out (Hootie Hoo)

Now playing these is my favorite sport
But ain't no game when they be your name in the court
Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess makes it alright
Got an twenty sack, fully packed, it's so tight
That busting out the seams, yes sir, I'm set
Oh, but let me the 380 before I jet
Hops off in the Lac Big Gipp, you got a light (Hootie Hoo)
Communication dun went off twice
I answer the call, yes, I'm macking 'em all
We met 'em up in the mall, Player's 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 got here
I takes a peek, now let me see, do we got here?
Draws, falling down niggas in a drive-by
I got up in them draws and I 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 we getting blizzard 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 and it don't stop
the streets of ATL to the slums of College 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 from ATL, that is
It's that Southern ses in your chest is
One mo' gen for my friend who don't
No bullshit no bitch who is stank
I ain't the sugar daddy nigga who make you
Silly of you to that I would, but I will lay you
Down like some bo-los, you can those
Head, til I'm dead, yes, now your broke hoes
Don't get me wrong to disrespect is not my
But if you fall in this category, then you'se a