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 in the 'llac
Ah Suki,
All day and day, any day, every day
I be about the good 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 even smoked 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 and College Park and the things I used to do
Around ATL, home of the and the money makers
Club niggas, Magic 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, Hoo that I make

Hoo
Tight hallways, smoked 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 when they be calling name in the court
Oh, it's Saturday night, I that makes it alright
Got an obese sack, fully packed, it's so tight
it's busting out the seams, yes sir, I'm set
Oh, but let me tuck the 380 I jet
Hops off in the Lac with Big Gipp, you got a (Hootie Hoo)
Communication device dun went off
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 I'll you
on, and then your whole crew can fall through
Now on done got here
I a peek, now let me see, what do we got here?
Draws, falling down like niggas in a
I got up in them draws and I her bye bye
About two weeks later, she called me with bullshit
'bout her period late, guess 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 some of you niggas can't with it
So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the and it don't stop
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 of that Martel
And you may go to

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