Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

My rollin' tailpipe draggin'
Heat work an' my girl keeps naggin'
Six nine Buick deuce keeps
One hubcap 'cause three got
shook loose chrome keeps scrapin'
Mis tires and my white walls flakin'
Hit mickey d's Maharaji to bug
He ate a quarter threw the pickles on my rug
movin' tabs expired
Girlies to dis 'n say my car looks tired
Hit my brakes, out slid
Tinted window with a bubble in the middle
car is it? Posse won't say
We all play it off you look our way
Rollin' deep, tires smoke up the block
Gotta roll this bucket, my Benz is in the shop

My - my hooptie

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

Cars barely movin', but now we got
Made a left 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 off, dumb girl starts cryin'
Baby called the cops, now I'm nervous
The cops see a beeper and the might serve us
Hit a side street and did we find?
Some young punk, droppin' me a flip off
Put the in reverse, and started to curse
Another sucker on the south side to get hurt
got scared, so I got on
Yeah my group got paid, but my groups still
Posse north, headin for the CD
Ridin' fast so the cops 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 sport when you me big-headed
I crusher, red light rusher
Musher of a brother 'cause I'm plowin' suckers

In a

a three-ton monster, econo-box stomper
Snatch your girly, if you don't romp 'er
rush, lookin' like Shaft
Some get bold, but some get
Cops say the car smokes, but I won't
a six-nine deuce, so the hell with emissions
Rollin' in Tacoma, I get burned
(Sound of automatic gunfire) Betta make a
Spotted this freak with posterior
Tryin' to smooth through the Hilltop area
Brother start lettin' off, kickin' that
I'm a rock star, slingin' them packets
I ain't wit' dat, so I eject
Hit I-5 with the cassette
Playin' tough crew hardcore dope
The tape deck
Damn what's next, brothers in
Tryin' to find a 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
Rolled up tough, 'cause I got much
"How ya baby, my name is Mixalot"
"Mixalot got a Benz boy, smokin' that rock"
Ooooh, I got dissed. But it no thing
Runnin' game with the home made slang
got ished, Bremelo gip.
Keep laughin' at the car and you might get

By a

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

my hooptie