Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

My hooptie rollin' tailpipe
Heat don't work an' my girl keeps
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' movin' expired
Girlies to dis 'n say my car looks tired
Hit my brakes, out skittles
Tinted back window a bubble in the middle
Who's car is it? Posse say
We all play it off when you our way
Rollin' deep, tires smoke up the block
Gotta this bucket, 'cause my Benz is in the shop

My hooptie - my

Four door nightmare, trunk stuck
Big dice on the mirror, grill a truck
tickin', accelerator's stickin'
Somethin' on my left front wheel keeps
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', long flyin'
We flipped the skeez off, dumb starts cryin'
called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous
The cops see a and the suckers might serve us
Hit a side street and what did we
Some young punk, droppin' me a flip off
Put the deuce in reverse, and to curse
sucker on the south side about to get hurt
got scared, so I got on
Yeah my group got paid, but my still strong
moved north, headin for the CD
Ridin' real fast so the cops see me
tires got my boys uptight
Two on the left, Uniroyal on the right
bouncin', runnin' on leaded
This is what I when you call me big-headed
I pot-hole crusher, red light
Musher of a brother 'cause I'm plowin' over

In a

It's a monster, econo-box stomper
your girly, if you don't I'll romp 'er
Dinosaur rush, like Shaft
Some get bold, but some get
say the car smokes, but I won't listen
It's a six-nine deuce, so the hell emissions
in Tacoma, I could get burned
(Sound of gunfire) Betta make a u-turn
Spotted this freak immense posterior
Tryin' to roll smooth through the area
Brother start off, kickin' that racket
Thinkin' I'm a star, slingin' them packets
I ain't dat, so I smooth eject
Hit I-5 with the cassette
Playin' tough crew hardcore dope
The tape broke
Damn what's next, in Goretex
to find a spot where 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 game
up tough, 'cause I got much fame
"How ya baby, my name is Mixalot"
"Mixalot got a Benz boy, quit that rock"
Ooooh, I got dissed. But it ain't no
Runnin' that game the home made slang
Baby got ished, gip.
laughin' at the car and you might 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 over gutters
Cars dip low with hard brothers
Tank on E, pulled into
Cops on tip for Columbian
We fit a stereotype, what he said
Big car, four big black heads
Cops keep jockin', grabbin' like
'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' like Noriega
Cop my wallet, looked at my license
His partner said "Damn, all look like Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so they let me go
bucket ain't rollin' in snow

It's my