Luyện nghe bài hát A Rapper's Reputation

I'm rollin' in a van. California, that's my plan
Got memories Mix-A-Lot left in limbo, first Sacremento
Here we go, hit a club called
a skirt to git wit' me, hit me
There's a girl a back like a Cadillac
I up and got pushed back
Her boyfriend her I'm a play-a
salt on a dope rhyme say-a
My offends this man
day hit Williamland Park
Creepin' a shark
Spot a bad freak and I swoop a hawk
"What up?", "Howya like to wit' a champ?"
"Please! All rappers is tramps"
My reputation is stoppin' my
Every in Sac is dissin'
on the four lane freeway
stop, the two-one-three, L.A.
The is rough
But the game is tough
Spot a girl and I start that gamin'
Baby girl asks set am I claimin'
"Just 'cause I rap, I be in gang?"
It ain't a thang, it's a rap thang
Censorship is the nation
Messin' up a rap reputation

A rappers reputation, that's I got

So I'm finished the two-one-three
I knock, baby, but it's to leave
Two days on the rock, boys is cruisin'
Ten, straight to Houston
They tell me 'bout the girls in the ward
You know the boys score
So we hit a fly club Guchies
for the skirts with the largest booties
Girlies in the club wasn't takin' no
no remorse
For a like Mix, lookin' for the smooth
need a Houston skirt to get with me
But the still young
And the hunk ain't
So we to the van
out of it
The next club, The Event
We never think about a dress
step up in the club and let the game roll
But as soon as my boy Maharaji up
Some punk starts up
He said you don't wanna be a rap star
play you for your money and your car
Well my boy got but the girl stepped off
a rap stars rep, the girls are lost
"Hey yo, what's up, this is Mix I had to a run
right quick, but leave your and number 'n I'll
getcha back, peace."

So the posse left Texas
All the girls callin' us sexist
Houston is givin' us rappers no pity
So we all hit City
In K.C. we go The Gates and
Gotta get 'fore we run
Met a little freak named
I said I'm not just here for the baby
She gave me look, like Pebbles
I'm acked bass not treble
So I say, oogley-doo-goo-doo
"What'd you say?" I ain't you
You see the Mix game is laced riddles
It moaney, it's Mix in the middle
In my ex named Wendy
She got a Dooney Bag
she's tired of Fendi
Oooh, could a brother be
Because trusted, Me?
An' ah a lit'l lie 'n
Said I was a guy
Wendy got mad and she to dis me
In City
Wendy starts to
Hands on her hips and her hair movin'
She said the game is phony
Just 'cause I said I'm girls like ponies
But that stuff is my occupation
That's how I got this

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