Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

My hooptie tailpipe draggin'
Heat don't an' my girl keeps naggin'
Six nine Buick deuce keeps
One hubcap 'cause 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 pounder the pickles on my rug
movin' tabs expired
Girlies tryin' to dis 'n say my car tired
Hit my brakes, out slid
Tinted back window with a bubble in the
Who's car is it? won't say
We all play it off you look our way
Rollin' four deep, smoke up the block
roll this bucket, 'cause my Benz is in the shop

My - my hooptie

door nightmare, trunk locks' stuck
Big dice on the mirror, like a truck
Lifters tickin', accelerator's
Somethin' on my left front keeps clickin'
Picked up the girlies, now we're deep

Cars movin', but now we got heat
Made a left turn as I in fright
My shot out my headlight
She was standin', in the road, so I smashed her
Mashed my pedal, boom, down she
Law ain't lyin', long flyin'
We flipped the skeez off, dumb girl starts
called the cops, now I'm gettin' nervous
The cops see a and the suckers might serve us
Hit a side street and did we find?
Some young punk, droppin' me a off sign
Put the deuce in reverse, and 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 strong
Posse moved north, for the CD
Ridin' real so the cops don't see me
Mis-matched got my boys uptight
Two on the left, Uniroyal on the right
Hooptie bouncin', on leaded
This is what I sport when you call me
I pot-hole crusher, red rusher
of a brother 'cause I'm plowin' over 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 won't
It's a six-nine deuce, so the hell with
Rollin' in Tacoma, I get burned
(Sound of automatic gunfire) Betta a u-turn
this freak with immense posterior
Tryin' to roll smooth through the area
start lettin' off, kickin' that racket
Thinkin' I'm a rock star, slingin' them
I wit' dat, so I smooth eject
Hit I-5 the dope cassette
Playin' that crew hardcore dope
The tape broke
Damn what's next, 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 really fazed, 'cause I pop much game
up tough, 'cause I got much 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 with the home made slang
got ished, Bremelo gip.
Keep at the car and you might get clipped

By a

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

It's my