Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

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

My hooptie - my

Four door nightmare, trunk stuck
Big on the mirror, grill like a truck
Lifters tickin', stickin'
Somethin' on my left front wheel keeps
Picked up the girlies, now eight deep

barely movin', but now we got heat
Made a left turn as I watched in
My ex-girlfriend out my headlight
She was standin', in the road, so I smashed her
my pedal, boom, down she goes
Law ain't lyin', long flyin'
We flipped the skeez off, dumb starts cryin'
Baby called the cops, now I'm nervous
The cops see a beeper and the suckers might us
Hit a side and what did we find?
Some punk, droppin' me a flip 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 strong
Posse north, headin for the CD
real 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 when you call me
I pot-hole crusher, red rusher
Musher of a 'cause I'm plowin' over suckers

In a

It's a three-ton monster, stomper
Snatch your girly, if you I'll romp 'er
Dinosaur rush, like Shaft
Some get bold, but some get
Cops say the car smokes, but I listen
It's a deuce, so the hell with emissions
Rollin' in Tacoma, I could get
(Sound of automatic gunfire) make a u-turn
Spotted this with immense posterior
to roll smooth through the Hilltop area
Brother start off, kickin' that racket
Thinkin' I'm a rock star, slingin' them
I ain't wit' dat, so I smooth
Hit I-5 with the cassette
Playin' that tough hardcore dope
The tape deck
what's next, brothers in Goretex
Tryin' to find a where we could hunt for sex
Found a club called the N-C-O
Military, competition. You know.
I really fazed, 'cause I pop much game
up tough, 'cause I got much fame
"How ya baby, my name is Mixalot"
"Mixalot got a boy, quit smokin' that rock"
Ooooh, I got dissed. But it ain't no
Runnin' that game with the made slang
got ished, Bremelo gip.
Keep laughin' at the car and you might get

By a

Runnin' gas, stuck in traffic
Far left lane, throwin' up static
Input, output, carbeurator fulla
"Whatcha me to do Mix?"
Push freak,
Sputter, rollin' over gutters
dip low with hard core brothers
Tank on E, pulled into
Cops on tip for Columbian
We fit a stereotype, that's what he
Big long car, four big black
Cops jockin', grabbin' like 'gators
'Bout stereotypes, I'm nuthin' like Noriega
Cop my wallet, looked at my license
His partner said "Damn, they all like Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so gotta let me go
This bucket ain't in snow

It's my