Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

My hooptie rollin' tailpipe
don't work an' my girl keeps naggin'
Six nine Buick keeps rollin'
One hubcap 'cause three got
Bumper shook loose keeps scrapin'
Mis tires 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 to dis 'n say my car looks tired
Hit my brakes, out skittles
Tinted back window with a in the middle
Who's car is it? Posse say
We all it off when you look our way
Rollin' four deep, tires up the block
Gotta roll bucket, 'cause my Benz is in the shop

My hooptie - my

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

Cars movin', but now we got heat
Made a left turn as I watched in
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', long hairs
We flipped the skeez off, dumb girl cryin'
called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous
The cops see a beeper and the might serve us
Hit a side and what did we find?
Some young punk, droppin' me a off sign
Put the deuce in reverse, and started to
Another sucker on the south side about to get
got scared, so I got on
Yeah my group got paid, but my groups strong
Posse north, headin for the CD
Ridin' real fast so the don't see me
Mis-matched got my boys uptight
Two Vogues on the left, on the right
Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on
This is what I sport when you call me
I pot-hole crusher, red rusher
Musher of a brother 'cause I'm plowin' suckers

In a

a three-ton monster, econo-box stomper
Snatch your girly, if you I'll romp 'er
Dinosaur rush, lookin' Shaft
get bold, but some get smashed
Cops say the car smokes, but I listen
It's a six-nine deuce, so the with emissions
Rollin' in Tacoma, I could get
(Sound of gunfire) Betta make a u-turn
Spotted this with immense posterior
Tryin' to roll smooth through the Hilltop
Brother lettin' off, kickin' that racket
Thinkin' I'm a rock star, slingin' them
I ain't wit' dat, so I smooth
Hit I-5 with the cassette
Playin' that tough crew hardcore
The tape broke
Damn what's next, in Goretex
Tryin' to find a spot where we could for sex
Found a little club the N-C-O
Military, competition. You know.
I ain't really fazed, I pop much game
Rolled up tough, 'cause I got much
"How ya doin' baby, my 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 laughin' at the car and you might get

By a

Runnin' 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 into
Cops on tip for cargo
We fit a stereotype, that's he said
Big long car, big black heads
Cops keep jockin', like 'gators
'Bout stereotypes, I'm nuthin' like Noriega
Cop took my wallet, looked at my
His partner "Damn, they all look like Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so they let me go
This bucket ain't in snow

my hooptie