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
out to the Jeeps and hoes in the 'llac
Ah Suki,
All day and day, any day, every day
I be thinking about the ol' days when 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 gram of crack, but yo I'm
Mo' doper than a or a Pooky cause it's on
So each one, one, I be claiming true
To East and College Park and the things I used to do
Around ATL, home of the and the money makers
niggas, Magic City and them Southern players
I said 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, on my right
Tight hallways, smoked out always (Hootie Hoo)

Now playing bitches is my favorite sport
But ain't no game they be calling your name in the court
Oh, it's Saturday night, I guess makes it alright
Got an obese 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 with Big Gipp, you got a (Hootie Hoo)
device dun went off twice
Should I the call, yes, I'm macking 'em all
We met 'em up in the mall, Player's Ball
Well, it's Player's 2, so I guess I'll call you
Later on, and then whole crew can fall through
Now on done 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 draws and I told her bye bye
two weeks later, she called me with some bullshit
Talking 'bout her period late, guess 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 some of you niggas can't cope it
So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't
From the streets of ATL to the 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 with a from ATL, Southwest that is
It's that ses in your chest that is
One mo' gen for my friend who don't
No from no bitch who is stank
I ain't the daddy nigga who will make you
Silly of you to think I would, but I will lay you
Down like some bo-los, you can those
Head, til I'm dead, yes, it's now your broke
Don't get me to disrespect is not my shit
But if you fall in category, then you'se a bitch