Luyện nghe bài hát Good Thing We're Rappin'

Alright parents go head tuck the in, PG time is over
goes out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the
(Yo, rest day for hoes)

It's a good thing we're rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', we'd be
It's a good thing that we're
If it for the rappin, we'd be mackin'
a good thing that we're rappin'

There was a time they called me Smooth Eddie
Playing the and shook the red card steady
It was Mike to those that
of fact, Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on them hoes

We was east coast niggas west
I was rollin' shotgun, coolin' with my man Wes
The royal Brougham was a drop top rag
You could tell we was pimps from the Las Vegas

'Cause that's how we it
Hit a lick, paid cash, nothin', pimp shit
All of this was around spring one
I was in the life and had a three year run

Anyway, one on the side of the road in L.A.
My man Wes hey, "I got a bitch in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a couple
I'm gonna and play some L.A. hoes"

He said, "Alright player yo, see you soon"
Yeah, that's how real kick it see there ain't no rules
We roll city to city, like kids playing hookie
Later that night I knock a named Cookie

She says, "I you and I want to make you rich"
I says, "Oh yeah", I swear I worked the shit out bitch
She was fine too, couldn't tell me nothin'
Had too, did more stealin' than fucking

A real thoroughbred, played con a pro
Man I'm tryin' to you, I had a money makin' ho
But the track got stale, Cookie went to jail
Had to sling a little yale to bail

She said, "I'm hot baby, I can't work in this
The pick me up just as soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the up ho
Who you to run your mouth?"

She was right
It was to take a trip down south
And to very day, when I think of how
I was livin' then I got to say that

a good thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be
thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck findin' a way to get ahead
And we got to use it

It's a good thing I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be
Good thing we got
If not I'd be stuck with a way to get ahead
And we got to use it

They call it ho po your leakin'
So you know ho po is when yo po, 'cause you got no ho
I was po but I po ho, 'cause I had one ho
But we was leakin' 'cause the was slow

Coppin' means your goin' up and down
I went from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of
San Diego off Broadway, there to be a spot
I think E and 5th where all the players flocked

One night I was outside
Saw my man Wes said, "Ah yeah, it's gonna be live"
I was working a double silk leaf suit
With my five hundred dollar brown knee-high

Wes said, "It's pimpin' how you wear 'em ya pants
And by the way my ham in the alley"
Ham sandwich meant Brougham
inch stripes, wheel kit on the back

It was snotty nose, that the extra chrome
Plate on the grill, for sunroof we say it had the blown
I said, "This is inside, you ready to attack?"
Wes looked at me said, "Mack mack mack mack"

My mans pimp was cold gansta limpin'
We inside, both of us screamed, "It's pimpin'"
I was cognac, Wes was drinkin' gin
Wasn't there minutes fore my people walked in

I said, "What's up Cookie? you do?"
She said, "Cool, reach under the bar, so I can give you feelings"
We always did it like that, the vice squad was peepin'
This time they wasn't, but this who was leakin'

Walked up and said, "Y'all sell?"
Wes said, "Nigga ya recognize the P when you see it?"
He said, "Oh, yo I didn't know, I thought doin' business"
I said, "Yeah, it's true that she's a ho"

He said, "She with you, playa? 'Cause I'd really like to her"
Looked at her, said, "Baby, I'm a raw fucker"
I said, "Yeah, that might be true, but she need another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, this one my snucka"

He said, "Whatchu by snucka?"
"It ain't too hard to
You call your nigga nucka, snucka she-nigga
And figure too, the bitch is down for my dirty drawers
Find ho to go for yours"

He said, "But, I her"
I said, "You be a rookie"
Now this three, he cut me off and stepped to Cookie
He said, "How do you feel this, my dear?"

I said, "Nigga you don't check my bitch like I ain't here
Now I told you that this woman pussy for me
You and her the two, and we ain't the three
But of all nigga, I ain't the one
Now back the up off me son"

He said, "To buck man's game is a shame"
I said, "Leakin' ass nigga, recognize game
Now I you that's my people and I gave you a chance"
Reached and started pullin' up the two from my pants

Shoulda capped his ass,
I look up and Wes done wrapped a stick round this nigga's head
So I put my shit away, we beat him down cowboy
Cookie up and says, "Baby you okay?"

I says, "Yo, all this excitements got you
What cha watchin'? get busy
Go back outside and finish my money"
The laughed, said, "You pimp niggas is funny"

And I'll tell you again
It blows my mind, when I
How I was living back
yo

It's a good thing I'm rappin'
If it for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got
If not I'd be stuck findin' a way to get ahead
And we got to use it

It's a thing that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin, I'd be
thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck with a way to get ahead
And we got to use it

And you don't
Humpty in the house
And yo I go, I go
Doddie-doe-doe,
Why I pimp the ho?
but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the in me)

You know what I'm
Doddie-doe-doe,
Why I pimp the ho?
but the mack in me
(Nothin' but the mack in me)

Doddie-doe-doe,
Why must I the ho?
but the mack in me
(Nothin' but the mack in me)

it
Ho
(Do the ho catcher)
Ho
(Do the ho catcher)
(Ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher)

Doddie-doe-doe,
Why must I the ho?
Nothing but the in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the in me)

Kick it, doddie-doe-doe,
Why I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the in me
(Nothin' but the mack in me)

I said,
Pimp the mother ho
(Pimp ho mack)

Yeah, bitch and big don't scare ya
'Cause you a ho too long
Know what I'm Yeah

Pimpinest, pimpinest,
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest,
Pimps up and hoes
Squares don't around town
what I'm sayin'?

Oh yeah, it's time to
and mess
Count my monies while I read the
Give my propas while I watch the operas
it's pimpin', understand me?

Bitch what cha on your ass?
the cars pass
Pat your on the concrete
And go get my woman