Luyện nghe bài hát Hootie Hoo

Hoo
Follow the funk the skunk
And the dank that is crunk in the
It on and on and on, like that
Going out to the Jeeps and 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 them I'm after
I'm just a Southernplayalistic
I used to sling a fat rock, but now I'm serving
I never even smoked a of crack, but yo I'm dope
Mo' doper than a junkie or a Pooky cause on
So each one, teach one, I be true
To East Point and College Park and the things I to do
Around ATL, home of the and the money makers
Club niggas, City and them Southern players
I never said I was a but I will do ya
So Hallelujah,
One for the players at the crib, drinking
And two is for the sound, Hoo that 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 these bitches is my 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
it's 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 device dun went off
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
on, and then your whole crew can fall through
Now on done got here
I takes a peek, now let me see, what do we got
Draws, falling down like niggas in a
I got up in them draws and I her bye bye
About two later, she called me with some bullshit
Talking 'bout her 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 but some of you niggas can't cope with it
So, Opie, hip hop, to the front, to the back and it don't
From the of ATL to the slums of College Park
So god almighty no, it's 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 sail with a nigga ATL, Southwest that is
It's that Southern ses in your that is
One mo' gen for my who don't take
No bullshit no bitch 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, it's now your hoes
Don't get me wrong to is not my shit
But if you in this category, then you'se a bitch