Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

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

My - my hooptie

door nightmare, trunk locks' stuck
Big dice on the mirror, grill a truck
Lifters tickin', accelerator's
Somethin' on my left front wheel clickin'
Picked up the girlies, now we're deep

barely movin', but now we got heat
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, she goes
Law lyin', long hairs flyin'
We the skeez off, dumb girl starts cryin'
called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous
The cops see a beeper and the suckers serve us
Hit a side street and did we find?
Some punk, droppin' me a flip off sign
Put the deuce in reverse, and to curse
Another on the south side about to get hurt
got scared, so I got on
Yeah my got paid, but my groups still strong
moved north, headin for the CD
Ridin' real so the cops don't see me
Mis-matched got my boys uptight
Two on the left, Uniroyal on the right
Hooptie bouncin', 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

It's a three-ton monster, econo-box
Snatch your girly, if you I'll romp 'er
Dinosaur rush, lookin' like
get bold, but some get smashed
Cops say the car smokes, but I won't
It's a six-nine deuce, so the hell with
Rollin' in Tacoma, I could get
(Sound of automatic gunfire) make a u-turn
Spotted this freak with posterior
Tryin' to smooth through the Hilltop area
Brother start lettin' off, kickin' that
Thinkin' I'm a rock star, slingin' packets
I ain't wit' dat, so I eject
Hit I-5 with the dope
Playin' that tough crew hardcore
The tape broke
Damn next, brothers in Goretex
Tryin' to find a spot where we hunt for sex
Found a little club 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 doin' baby, my is Mixalot"
"Mixalot got a Benz boy, quit smokin' rock"
Ooooh, I got dissed. But it ain't no
Runnin' that game with the home slang
Baby got ished, gip.
Keep laughin' at the car and you get clipped

By a

Runnin' 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
Cars dip low with core brothers
Tank on E, pulled Arco
Cops on tip for Columbian
We fit a stereotype, what he said
Big long car, big black heads
Cops keep jockin', like 'gators
'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' Noriega
Cop took my wallet, looked at my
His partner said "Damn, they all look Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so gotta let me go
This bucket ain't rollin' in

my hooptie