Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

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

My hooptie - my

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

Cars barely movin', but now we got
Made a left as I watched in fright
My ex-girlfriend out my headlight
She was standin', in the road, so I smashed her
Mashed my pedal, boom, she goes
Law ain't lyin', long hairs
We flipped the skeez off, dumb starts cryin'
Baby the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous
The see a beeper and the suckers might serve us
Hit a street and what did we find?
Some punk, droppin' me a flip off sign
Put the in reverse, and started 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 strong
Posse north, headin for the CD
Ridin' fast so the cops don't see me
Mis-matched tires got my boys
Two on the left, Uniroyal on the right
bouncin', runnin' on leaded
This is what I sport you call me big-headed
I pot-hole crusher, red light
Musher of a brother I'm plowin' over suckers

In a

a three-ton monster, econo-box stomper
Snatch your girly, if you don't romp 'er
rush, lookin' like Shaft
Some get bold, but get smashed
say the car smokes, but I won't listen
It's a deuce, so the hell with emissions
Rollin' in Tacoma, I get burned
(Sound of automatic gunfire) make a u-turn
Spotted this freak with immense
Tryin' to roll smooth the Hilltop area
Brother start lettin' off, kickin' racket
Thinkin' I'm a rock star, slingin' them
I wit' dat, so I smooth eject
Hit I-5 with the cassette
Playin' that tough hardcore dope
The tape deck
what's next, brothers in Goretex
Tryin' to find a spot we could hunt for sex
Found a little called the N-C-O
Military, competition. You know.
I ain't really fazed, I pop much game
Rolled up tough, 'cause I got much
"How ya baby, my name is Mixalot"
"Mixalot got a Benz boy, smokin' 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

outta gas, stuck in traffic
Far left lane, throwin' up static
Input, output, carbeurator fulla
"Whatcha me to do Mix?"
freak, push
Sputter, sputter over gutters
Cars dip low hard core brothers
Tank on E, into Arco
on tip for Columbian cargo
We fit a stereotype, that's what he
Big long car, four big heads
Cops keep jockin', grabbin' like
'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' 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 ain't rollin' in

It's my