Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

My rollin' tailpipe draggin'
Heat don't work an' my keeps naggin'
Six Buick deuce keeps rollin'
One 'cause three got stolen
shook loose chrome keeps scrapin'
Mis matched tires and my white walls
Hit mickey d's starts to bug
He ate a quarter pounder threw the on my rug
Runnin' tabs expired
tryin' to dis 'n say my car looks tired
Hit my brakes, out slid
Tinted back window with a in the middle
Who's car is it? Posse say
We all play it off you look our way
Rollin' four deep, tires smoke up the
Gotta this bucket, 'cause my Benz is in the shop

My hooptie - my

Four door nightmare, trunk stuck
Big dice on the mirror, grill like a
Lifters tickin', stickin'
Somethin' on my left front wheel clickin'
Picked up the girlies, now we're eight

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 her toes
my pedal, boom, down she goes
Law ain't lyin', hairs flyin'
We the skeez off, dumb girl starts cryin'
Baby called the cops, now I'm gettin'
The cops see a beeper and the might serve us
Hit a side and what did we find?
Some young punk, droppin' me a flip off
Put the deuce in reverse, and started to
sucker on the south side about to get hurt
got scared, so I got on
Yeah my group got paid, but my groups still
Posse moved north, 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
Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on
This is what I when you call me big-headed
I pot-hole crusher, red rusher
Musher of a brother 'cause I'm plowin' suckers

In a

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

By a

Runnin' outta gas, stuck in
Far left lane, up much static
Input, output, carbeurator fulla
"Whatcha me to do Mix?"
Push freak,
Sputter, rollin' over gutters
Cars dip low hard core brothers
Tank on E, pulled Arco
on tip for Columbian cargo
We fit a stereotype, that's what he
Big car, four big black heads
Cops jockin', grabbin' like '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 they let me go
This ain't rollin' in snow

my hooptie