Luyện nghe bài hát Good Thing We're Rappin'

Alright parents go tuck the kids in, PG time is over
This goes out to all the macks in the
Huh, roll the tape
(Yo, day ain't for hoes)

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

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

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

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

Anyway, one Friday on the 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 days
I'm stay and play some L.A. hoes"

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

She says, "I love you and I want to you rich"
I says, "Oh yeah", I swear I the shit out this bitch
She was fine too, niggas couldn't me nothin'
Had brains too, did stealin' than fucking

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

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

She was though
It was time to take a trip south
And to very day, when I think of how
I was livin' back I got to say that

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

They call it ho po your leakin'
So you ho po is when yo po, 'cause you ain't got no ho
I was po but I wasn't po ho, I had one ho
But we was leakin' 'cause the money was

Coppin' blow means your up and down
I from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHound
San Diego off Broadway, there to be a spot
I E Street 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 a double breast silk leaf suit
With my hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy

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

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

My mans stroll was cold gansta limpin'
We stepped inside, of us screamed, "It's pimpin'"
I was drinking cognac, Wes was gin
Wasn't there twenty minutes my people walked in

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

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

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

He said, "Whatchu by snucka?"
"It too hard to figga
You call your nigga nucka, means she-nigga
And figure this too, the is down for my dirty drawers
another ho to go for yours"

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

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

He said, "To buck man's game is a shame"
I said, "Leakin' ass nigga, game game
Now I told you that's my people and I 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 pool stick this nigga's head
So I put my away, we beat him down cowboy style
runs up and says, "Baby you okay?"

I says, "Yo, all this got you dizzy
What cha watchin'? Bitch get
Go back and finish gettin' my money"
The bartender laughed, said, "You pimp is funny"

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

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

It's a thing that 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

And you stop
hump in the house
And yo I go, I go
Doddie-doe-doe,
Why must I the ho?
but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the in me)

You know I'm sayin'
Doddie-doe-doe,
Why must I the ho?
Nothing but the in me
(Nothin' but the mack in me)

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

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

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

Yeah, bitch and big dicks don't ya
'Cause you been a ho too
Know what I'm sayin'?

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

Oh yeah, it's to rest
Dress and
Count my monies while I read the
Give my propas while I the soap operas
'Cause pimpin', understand me?

Bitch cha doin' on your ass?
Watchin' the cars
Pat your on the concrete
And go get my money