Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

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

My - my hooptie

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

Cars barely movin', but now we got
Made a left turn as I in fright
My ex-girlfriend shot out my
She was standin', in the road, so I her toes
my pedal, boom, down she goes
Law ain't lyin', long hairs
We the skeez off, dumb girl starts cryin'
Baby called the cops, now I'm gettin'
The cops see a beeper and the might serve us
Hit a street and what did we find?
Some young punk, 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 group got paid, but my groups still
Posse north, headin for the CD
Ridin' real so the cops don't see me
Mis-matched tires got my uptight
Two Vogues on the left, on the right
Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on
This is I sport when you call me big-headed
I pot-hole crusher, red rusher
Musher of a brother 'cause I'm over suckers

In a

It's a three-ton monster, stomper
Snatch your girly, if you don't romp 'er
Dinosaur rush, lookin' like
Some get bold, but some get
Cops say the car smokes, but I listen
It's a six-nine deuce, so the hell with
in Tacoma, I could get burned
(Sound of automatic gunfire) make a u-turn
Spotted this with immense posterior
Tryin' to roll smooth through the area
Brother start lettin' off, that racket
Thinkin' I'm a rock star, slingin' packets
I ain't dat, so I smooth eject
Hit I-5 the dope cassette
Playin' that crew hardcore dope
The tape deck
Damn what's next, brothers in
Tryin' to find a spot where we could for sex
Found a little club called the
Military, competition. You know.
I ain't really fazed, I pop much game
Rolled up tough, 'cause I got fame
"How ya doin' baby, my is Mixalot"
"Mixalot got a Benz boy, quit that rock"
Ooooh, I got dissed. But it no thing
Runnin' that game with the home made
Baby got ished, gip.
laughin' at the car and you might get clipped

By a

Runnin' outta gas, in traffic
Far left lane, up much static
Input, output, carbeurator soot
"Whatcha me to do Mix?"
Push freak,
Sputter, sputter rollin' over
dip low with hard core brothers
Tank on E, pulled Arco
Cops on tip for cargo
We fit a stereotype, that's what he
Big long car, big black heads
Cops keep jockin', like 'gators
'Bout stereotypes, I'm nuthin' like 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 ain't rollin' in snow

It's my