Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

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

My hooptie - my

Four door nightmare, trunk stuck
Big on the mirror, grill like a truck
Lifters tickin', accelerator's
Somethin' on my front wheel keeps clickin'
up the girlies, now we're eight deep

Cars barely movin', but now we got
Made a turn as I watched in fright
My shot out my headlight
She was standin', in the road, so I her toes
Mashed my pedal, boom, she goes
Law ain't lyin', long hairs
We the skeez off, dumb girl starts cryin'
Baby the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous
The cops see a beeper and the suckers might 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 on the south side about to get hurt
got scared, so I got on
Yeah my group got paid, but my groups still
moved north, headin for the CD
Ridin' real fast so the cops see me
Mis-matched tires got my boys
Two Vogues on the left, Uniroyal on the
Hooptie bouncin', on leaded
This is I sport when you call me big-headed
I pot-hole crusher, red light
Musher of a brother 'cause I'm plowin' over

In a

a three-ton monster, econo-box stomper
Snatch your girly, if you don't I'll 'er
Dinosaur rush, lookin' like
Some get bold, but get smashed
Cops say the car smokes, but I won't
It's a deuce, so the hell with emissions
in Tacoma, I could get burned
(Sound of gunfire) Betta make a u-turn
this freak with immense posterior
Tryin' to roll through the Hilltop area
Brother start off, kickin' that racket
Thinkin' I'm a star, slingin' them packets
I wit' dat, so I smooth eject
Hit I-5 the dope cassette
Playin' that tough hardcore dope
The tape deck
Damn next, brothers in Goretex
Tryin' to find a spot we could hunt for sex
Found a little club the N-C-O
Military, competition. You know.
I ain't really fazed, 'cause I pop much
Rolled up tough, I got much fame
"How ya baby, my name is Mixalot"
"Mixalot got a Benz boy, smokin' that rock"
Ooooh, I got dissed. But it no thing
Runnin' that game with the home made
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 with hard brothers
Tank on E, pulled into
Cops on tip for Columbian
We fit a stereotype, that's he said
Big long car, four big black
Cops keep jockin', grabbin' 'gators
stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' like Noriega
Cop took my wallet, at my license
His partner said "Damn, they all look Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so they let me go
This bucket rollin' in snow

It's my