Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

My rollin' tailpipe draggin'
Heat don't work an' my keeps naggin'
Six nine Buick deuce keeps
One hubcap three got stolen
Bumper loose chrome 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' movin' tabs
Girlies tryin' to dis 'n say my car looks
Hit my brakes, out slid
Tinted back window with a in the middle
Who's car is it? Posse say
We all it off when you look our way
four deep, tires smoke up the block
Gotta roll bucket, 'cause my Benz is in the shop

My - my hooptie

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

Cars movin', but now we got heat
a left 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 lyin', long hairs flyin'
We flipped the skeez off, dumb girl cryin'
called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous
The cops see a beeper and the suckers might us
Hit a street and what did we find?
Some young punk, droppin' me a flip off
Put the in reverse, and started to curse
Another sucker on the south about to get hurt
got scared, so I got on
Yeah my got paid, but my groups still strong
Posse moved north, for the CD
Ridin' real fast so the don't see me
tires got my boys uptight
Two Vogues on the left, Uniroyal on the
Hooptie bouncin', runnin' on
is what I sport when you call me big-headed
I pot-hole crusher, red light
Musher of a brother 'cause I'm plowin' suckers

In a

It's a three-ton monster, stomper
your girly, if you don't I'll romp 'er
Dinosaur rush, lookin' like
get bold, but some get smashed
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 gunfire) Betta make a u-turn
Spotted freak with immense posterior
Tryin' to roll smooth through the area
start lettin' off, kickin' that racket
Thinkin' I'm a star, slingin' them packets
I ain't wit' dat, so I smooth
Hit I-5 with the dope
Playin' tough crew hardcore dope
The tape broke
Damn next, brothers 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, 'cause I got fame
"How ya doin' baby, my is Mixalot"
"Mixalot got a boy, quit smokin' that rock"
Ooooh, I got dissed. But it ain't no
Runnin' that game with the home slang
Baby got ished, gip.
Keep laughin' at the car and you might get

By a

Runnin' outta gas, in traffic
Far left lane, up much static
Input, output, fulla soot
"Whatcha me to do Mix?"
freak, push
Sputter, sputter over gutters
Cars dip low with hard core
on E, pulled into Arco
Cops on tip for Columbian
We fit a stereotype, that's he said
Big long car, four big black
Cops jockin', grabbin' like 'gators
'Bout stereotypes, I'm lookin' like Noriega
Cop took my wallet, at my license
His partner said "Damn, all look like Tyson"
Yes, I'm legit, so gotta let me go
This bucket rollin' in snow

my hooptie