Luyện nghe bài hát Good Thing We're Rappin'

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

a good thing that we're rappin'
If it for the rappin', we'd be mackin'
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

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

We was east coast headin' west
I was rollin' shotgun, with my man fresh Wes
The royal blue Brougham was a top rag
You could tell we was pimps the Las Vegas tags

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

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

He said, "Alright player yo, see you soon"
Yeah, that's how real players kick it see there no rules
We roll from city to city, kids playing hookie
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 worked the shit out this
She was too, niggas couldn't tell me nothin'
Had brains too, did more stealin' fucking

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

She said, "I'm hot baby, I work in this town
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 though
It was time to a trip down south
And to this day, when I think of how
I was livin' then I got to say that

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 a way to get ahead
And we got to use it

It's a good thing that I'm
If it for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
thing we got music
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 know ho po is 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 'cause the money was slow

Coppin' blow means your goin' up and
I from Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHound
San Diego off Broadway, there used to be a
I think E Street and 5th where all the flocked

One night I was cooling
Saw my man Wes said, "Ah yeah, it's gonna be live"
I was working a double breast silk leaf
With my five hundred dollar brown Ballsy

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

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

My mans pimp stroll was gansta limpin'
We inside, both of us screamed, "It's pimpin'"
I was drinking cognac, Wes was gin
Wasn't there twenty minutes fore my 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, case the vice was peepin'
This they wasn't, but this nigga 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 know, I thought she's doin' business"
I said, "Yeah, well it's that she's a ho"

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

He said, "Whatchu by snucka?"
"It ain't too to figga
You your nigga nucka, snucka means she-nigga
And figure this too, the bitch is down for my drawers
another 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 about this, my dear?"

I said, "Nigga you check my bitch like I ain't standin' 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 another man's game is a shame"
I said, "Leakin' ass nigga, game game
Now I told you my people and I gave you a chance"
Reached down and started 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 style
runs up and says, "Baby you okay?"

I says, "Yo, all this got you dizzy
What cha watchin'? Bitch get
Go back outside and gettin' my money"
The laughed, said, "You pimp niggas 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 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 good that I'm rappin'
If it for the rappin, I'd be mackin'
Good thing we got
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get
And we got to use it

And you don't
Humpty in the house
And yo I go, I go
Doddie-doe-doe,
Why must I the ho?
Nothing but the in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the in me)

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

it, doddie-doe-doe, doe-she-doe
Why must I the ho?
but the mack in me
(Nothin' nothin' but the in me)

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

Yeah, bitch and big dicks scare ya
'Cause you been a ho too
what I'm sayin'? Yeah

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

Oh yeah, it's to rest
and mess
Count my while I read the funnies
Give my propas I watch the soap operas
'Cause it's pimpin', me?

Bitch what cha doin' on ass?
the cars pass
Pat feet on the concrete
And go get my money