Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

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

My hooptie - my

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

Cars barely movin', but now we got
Made a left turn as I in fright
My ex-girlfriend out my headlight
She was standin', in the road, so I smashed her
my pedal, boom, down she goes
Law ain't lyin', long flyin'
We flipped the off, dumb girl starts cryin'
called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous
The see a beeper and the suckers might serve us
Hit a side and what did we find?
Some young punk, me a flip off sign
Put the deuce in reverse, and started to
Another sucker on the south about to get hurt
got scared, so I got on
Yeah my got paid, but my groups still strong
Posse moved north, for the CD
Ridin' real fast so the cops see me
Mis-matched tires got my boys
Two Vogues on the left, on the right
Hooptie bouncin', on leaded
This is what I sport you call me big-headed
I crusher, red light rusher
Musher of a brother 'cause I'm over suckers

In a

It's a three-ton monster, econo-box
Snatch girly, if you don't I'll romp 'er
Dinosaur rush, lookin' Shaft
Some get bold, but get smashed
say the car smokes, but I won't listen
It's a six-nine deuce, so the hell emissions
Rollin' in Tacoma, I could get
(Sound of automatic gunfire) Betta a u-turn
Spotted this with immense posterior
Tryin' to roll smooth through the Hilltop
Brother start lettin' off, kickin' that
I'm a rock star, slingin' them packets
I ain't wit' dat, so I smooth
Hit I-5 with the cassette
Playin' that tough crew dope
The tape deck
Damn what's next, brothers in
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 really fazed, I pop much game
Rolled up tough, 'cause I got much
"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 laughin' at the car and you might get

By a

outta gas, stuck in traffic
Far left lane, up much static
Input, output, carbeurator fulla
"Whatcha me to do Mix?"
freak, push
Sputter, sputter rollin' gutters
dip low with hard core brothers
Tank on E, into Arco
Cops on tip for Columbian
We fit a stereotype, that's he said
Big long car, four big heads
keep jockin', grabbin' like 'gators
'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' Noriega
Cop took my wallet, looked at my
His said "Damn, they all look like Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so they let me go
This bucket ain't in snow

my hooptie