Luyện nghe bài hát My Hooptie

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

My hooptie - my

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

Cars movin', but now we got heat
Made a left turn as I in fright
My ex-girlfriend out my headlight
She was standin', in the road, so I smashed her
Mashed my pedal, boom, down she
Law lyin', long hairs flyin'
We flipped the skeez off, dumb starts cryin'
Baby called the cops, now I'm nervous
The cops see a beeper and the suckers serve us
Hit a side street and what did we
young punk, droppin' me a flip off sign
Put the in reverse, and started to curse
Another sucker on the south side about to get
got scared, so I got on
Yeah my group got paid, but my still strong
Posse north, headin for the CD
Ridin' real fast so the don't see me
Mis-matched tires got my uptight
Two Vogues on the left, on the right
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, econo-box
Snatch your girly, if you don't 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 emissions
Rollin' in Tacoma, I get burned
(Sound of gunfire) Betta make a u-turn
Spotted freak with immense posterior
Tryin' to roll smooth through the Hilltop
Brother start lettin' off, kickin' that
Thinkin' I'm a rock star, them packets
I ain't dat, so I smooth eject
Hit I-5 with the dope
Playin' that tough hardcore dope
The tape broke
Damn what's next, in Goretex
Tryin' to find a where we could hunt for sex
Found a club called the N-C-O
Military, competition. You know.
I ain't really fazed, 'cause I pop game
Rolled up tough, 'cause I got fame
"How ya baby, my name is Mixalot"
"Mixalot got a Benz boy, smokin' that rock"
Ooooh, I got dissed. But it no thing
Runnin' that game with the home made
Baby got ished, gip.
Keep laughin' at the car and you might get

By a

outta gas, stuck in traffic
Far left lane, throwin' up static
Input, output, fulla soot
"Whatcha me to do Mix?"
Push freak,
Sputter, sputter over gutters
Cars dip low hard core brothers
Tank on E, pulled into
Cops on tip for cargo
We fit a stereotype, that's he said
Big car, four big black 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

my hooptie