Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

My hooptie rollin' draggin'
Heat don't work an' my girl keeps
Six Buick deuce keeps rollin'
One hubcap three got stolen
Bumper shook loose chrome scrapin'
Mis matched and my white walls flakin'
Hit d's Maharaji starts to bug
He ate a pounder threw the pickles on my rug
Runnin' movin' expired
tryin' 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
four deep, tires smoke up the block
Gotta this bucket, 'cause my Benz is in the shop

My hooptie - my

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

Cars barely movin', but now we got
Made a left as I watched in fright
My shot out my headlight
She was standin', in the road, so I smashed her
Mashed my pedal, boom, down she
Law ain't lyin', hairs flyin'
We flipped the off, dumb girl starts cryin'
Baby called the cops, now I'm gettin'
The see a beeper and the suckers might serve us
Hit a side street and did we find?
young punk, droppin' me a flip off sign
Put the deuce in reverse, and started to
Another on the south side about 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 Vogues on the left, on the right
Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on
is what I sport when you call me big-headed
I crusher, red light rusher
Musher of a brother 'cause I'm over suckers

In a

a three-ton monster, econo-box stomper
Snatch your girly, if you don't 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 with
Rollin' in Tacoma, I could get
(Sound of gunfire) Betta make a u-turn
Spotted this freak with posterior
Tryin' to roll smooth through the Hilltop
Brother lettin' off, kickin' that racket
Thinkin' I'm a rock star, slingin' packets
I ain't dat, so I smooth eject
Hit I-5 with the cassette
Playin' that tough crew hardcore
The deck broke
Damn next, brothers 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 fame
"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' game with the home made slang
got ished, Bremelo gip.
Keep laughin' at the car and you get clipped

By a

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

my hooptie