Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

My hooptie tailpipe draggin'
Heat don't work an' my girl naggin'
Six nine Buick deuce keeps
One hubcap three got stolen
Bumper shook loose chrome keeps
Mis matched tires and my walls flakin'
Hit mickey d's Maharaji to bug
He ate a quarter threw the pickles on my rug
Runnin' movin' tabs
Girlies tryin' to dis 'n say my car tired
Hit my brakes, out skittles
Tinted back window with a bubble in the
Who's car is it? Posse say
We all play it off when you our way
Rollin' four deep, smoke up the block
Gotta roll bucket, 'cause my Benz is in the shop

My - my hooptie

Four door nightmare, trunk stuck
Big on the mirror, grill like a truck
tickin', accelerator's stickin'
Somethin' on my left front wheel clickin'
Picked up the girlies, now eight deep

barely movin', but now we got heat
Made a left as I watched in fright
My shot out my headlight
She was standin', in the road, so I smashed her
my pedal, boom, down she goes
Law lyin', long hairs flyin'
We flipped the off, dumb girl starts cryin'
Baby called the cops, now I'm nervous
The cops see a beeper and the suckers serve us
Hit a street and what did we find?
Some young punk, droppin' me a off sign
Put the deuce in reverse, and started to
Another on the south side about to get hurt
got scared, so I got on
Yeah my group got paid, but my groups still
moved north, headin for the CD
Ridin' real so the cops don't see me
Mis-matched tires got my boys
Two Vogues on the left, on the right
bouncin', runnin' on leaded
This is what I sport you call me big-headed
I pot-hole crusher, red light
Musher of a brother I'm plowin' over suckers

In a

It's a three-ton monster, stomper
Snatch your girly, if you I'll romp 'er
Dinosaur rush, lookin' like
get bold, but some get smashed
Cops say the car smokes, but I won't
It's a six-nine deuce, so the hell with
in Tacoma, I could get burned
(Sound of automatic gunfire) make a u-turn
Spotted freak with immense posterior
to roll smooth through the Hilltop area
Brother start lettin' off, kickin' that
Thinkin' I'm a star, slingin' them packets
I ain't wit' dat, so I smooth
Hit I-5 with the cassette
Playin' that tough hardcore dope
The tape broke
Damn next, brothers in Goretex
Tryin' to find a spot where we hunt for sex
Found a little club the N-C-O
Military, competition. You know.
I really fazed, 'cause I pop much game
Rolled up tough, 'cause I got fame
"How ya baby, my name is Mixalot"
"Mixalot got a boy, quit smokin' that rock"
Ooooh, I got dissed. But it no thing
Runnin' that game with the made slang
got ished, Bremelo gip.
Keep at the car and you might get clipped

By a

Runnin' gas, stuck in traffic
Far left lane, throwin' up much
Input, output, carbeurator soot
"Whatcha me to do Mix?"
Push freak,
Sputter, sputter over gutters
Cars dip low hard core brothers
Tank on E, pulled Arco
Cops on tip for cargo
We fit a stereotype, that's he said
Big long car, four big heads
keep jockin', grabbin' like 'gators
'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' like Noriega
Cop took my wallet, at my license
His partner said "Damn, they all look Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so gotta let me go
This bucket ain't in snow

my hooptie