Luyện nghe bài hát A Rapper's Reputation

I'm rollin' in a Nine-Oh van. California, my plan
Got memories left in limbo, first stop Sacremento
we go, hit a club called Bentleys
Want a skirt to git me, hit me
There's a girl with a back a Cadillac
I walked up and got back
Her boyfriend tell her I'm a
Dropped salt on a dope rhyme
My reputation this man
Next day hit Williamland
like a shark
Spot a bad freak and I swoop like a
"What up?", "Howya like to roll a champ?"
"Please! All rappers is tramps"
My is stoppin' my mission
freak in Sac is dissin'
Back on the lane freeway
stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The two-one-three is
But the game is tough
Spot a girl and I start that gamin'
Baby asks what set am I claimin'
"Just I rap, I gotta be in gang?"
It ain't a black thang, a rap thang
Censorship is sweepin' the
Messin' up a rap reputation

A reputation, that's what I got

So I'm finished with the
I knock, baby, but it's to leave
Two days on the rock, boys is cruisin'
Interstate Ten, to Houston
tell me 'bout the girls in the fifth ward
You the boys must score
So we hit a fly called Guchies
Lookin' for the skirts the largest booties
Girlies in the club takin' no shorts
no remorse
For a brother like Mix, lookin' for the
Didn't a Houston skirt to get with me
But the nights young
And the hunk done
So we to the van
out of it
The next club, The Event
We never think a dress code
Just up in the club and let the game roll
But as as my boy Maharaji pulls up
punk starts runnin' up
He said you don't wanna be a rap star
They play you for your money and car
Well my boy got crushed but the stepped off
With a rap stars rep, the girls are
"Hey yo, what's up, this is Mix I had to a run
quick, but leave your name and number 'n I'll
getcha back, peace."

So the left Houston Texas
All the girls keep us sexist
Houston media is givin' us no pity
So we all hit City
In K.C. we go The Gates and
Gotta get 'fore we run
Met a little named Stacy
I I'm not just here for the Barbecue baby
She gave me look, like Pebbles
I'm acked with not treble
So I say, oogley-doo-goo-doo
"What'd you say?" I tellin' you
You see the Mix is laced with riddles
It ain't moaney, Mix in the middle
In walked my ex named
She got a Dooney Bag
'Cause she's of Fendi
Oooh, a brother be busted
Because trusted, Me?
An' ah told a lie 'n
Said I was a guy
Wendy got mad and she to dis me
In Kansas
Wendy starts to
Hands on her and her hair starts movin'
She said the Mix-A-Lot is phony
Just 'cause I said I'm runnin' girls ponies
But talkin' stuff is my occupation
That's how I got reputation

A rappers reputation, got a rappers
it on down. A rappers reputation, bring it back
A rappers reputation, that's I got. A rappers
reputation, peace.