Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

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

My hooptie - my

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

barely movin', but now we got heat
Made a left turn as I watched in
My shot out my headlight
She was standin', in the road, so I smashed her
my pedal, boom, down she goes
Law lyin', long hairs flyin'
We flipped the skeez off, dumb starts cryin'
called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous
The cops see a beeper and the might serve us
Hit a side street and did we find?
young punk, droppin' me a flip off sign
Put the deuce in reverse, and to curse
Another sucker on the side about to get hurt
got scared, so I got on
Yeah my group got paid, but my still strong
Posse north, headin for the CD
Ridin' real fast so the don't see me
Mis-matched tires got my uptight
Two Vogues on the left, on the right
bouncin', runnin' on leaded
This is what I sport when you call me
I pot-hole crusher, red light
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 I'll 'er
Dinosaur rush, like Shaft
Some get bold, but get smashed
Cops say the car smokes, but I listen
It's a six-nine deuce, so the hell emissions
Rollin' in Tacoma, I get burned
(Sound of automatic gunfire) Betta make a
Spotted this freak immense posterior
Tryin' to smooth through the Hilltop area
Brother start lettin' off, that racket
Thinkin' I'm a rock star, 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
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, 'cause I pop game
Rolled up tough, 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 no thing
Runnin' that game with the home made
got ished, Bremelo gip.
Keep at the car and you might get clipped

By a

Runnin' outta gas, in traffic
Far lane, throwin' up much static
Input, output, carbeurator soot
"Whatcha me to do Mix?"
freak, push
Sputter, sputter rollin' gutters
Cars dip low with hard core
Tank on E, into Arco
Cops on tip for cargo
We fit a stereotype, what he said
Big long car, four big black
keep jockin', grabbin' like 'gators
'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' like
Cop took my wallet, looked at my
His said "Damn, they all look like Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so gotta let me go
This bucket ain't in snow

It's my