Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

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

My hooptie - my

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

Cars movin', but now we got heat
Made a turn as I watched in fright
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 hairs
We flipped the skeez off, girl starts cryin'
Baby called the cops, now I'm nervous
The see a beeper and the suckers might serve us
Hit a side street and did we find?
young punk, droppin' me a flip off sign
Put the in reverse, and started to curse
Another sucker on the south side 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 fast so the cops see me
Mis-matched tires got my boys
Two on the left, Uniroyal on the right
bouncin', runnin' on leaded
This is I sport when you call me big-headed
I pot-hole crusher, red rusher
Musher of a brother 'cause I'm plowin' over

In a

It's a three-ton monster, econo-box
Snatch girly, if you don't I'll 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 with emissions
Rollin' in Tacoma, I could get
(Sound of automatic gunfire) Betta make a
Spotted this freak with immense
Tryin' to roll smooth the Hilltop area
Brother start lettin' off, kickin' that
Thinkin' I'm a rock star, them packets
I ain't wit' dat, so I smooth
Hit I-5 the dope cassette
Playin' that tough crew hardcore
The tape broke
what's next, brothers in Goretex
Tryin' to 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, I pop much game
Rolled up tough, 'cause I got much
"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 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 left lane, throwin' up static
Input, output, carbeurator fulla
"Whatcha me to do Mix?"
freak, push
Sputter, sputter over gutters
Cars dip low with hard brothers
on E, pulled into Arco
Cops on tip for cargo
We fit a stereotype, what he said
Big long car, four big heads
Cops jockin', grabbin' like 'gators
'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' nuthin' like
Cop my wallet, looked at my license
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