Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

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

My hooptie - my

door nightmare, trunk locks' stuck
Big on the mirror, grill like a truck
Lifters tickin', stickin'
on my left front wheel keeps clickin'
Picked up the girlies, now eight deep

Cars movin', but now we got heat
a left turn as I watched in fright
My ex-girlfriend shot out my
She was standin', in the road, so I smashed her
my pedal, boom, down she goes
Law ain't lyin', hairs flyin'
We flipped the skeez off, dumb girl starts
Baby the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous
The cops see a and the suckers might serve us
Hit a side street and did we find?
Some punk, droppin' me a flip off sign
Put the in reverse, and started to curse
Another sucker on the south side about to get
got scared, so I got on
Yeah my got paid, but my groups still strong
moved north, headin for the CD
Ridin' real fast so the don't see me
Mis-matched got my boys uptight
Two on the left, Uniroyal on the right
bouncin', runnin' on leaded
This is what I when you call me big-headed
I pot-hole crusher, red light
Musher of a 'cause I'm plowin' over suckers

In a

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

By a

outta gas, stuck in traffic
Far left lane, up much static
Input, output, carbeurator fulla
"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 Columbian
We fit a stereotype, that's he said
Big long car, four big heads
Cops keep jockin', grabbin' 'gators
'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' Noriega
Cop my wallet, looked at my license
His partner "Damn, they all look like Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so gotta let me go
This bucket rollin' in snow

It's my