Luyện nghe bài hát Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada Last Night

Well, he was smilin' like a as he rolled up the horticulture
Ignited it, and said, "I the vapors don't insult ya"
I replied denied, but he mixin weed and hop
His head was noddin' up and down like he a lot
Bored, said, "We need a plot," I comply, "Let's the spot"
Hopped in the Granada, impressed by the beat I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his name is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his prosthesis
"Nigga don't you that I'm your daddy?" said he
This is true, plus he me for my mackin' degree
"Never plea, try not to flee, make pee when you stick around"
This man my had found taught me to put it down
I press the gas to the ground to show that I'm a
Makin' sho' get rubber sound is heard throughout the town
Thirty ago, Jesus could pull a hoe quick
But now he 50 and his belly hangs lower his dick
Philosophy that he spit stuck in my chips
And now he puttin' in a of Gladys Knight and the Pips
Then that shit starts to skip, he said, "Somebody scratch it"
Put the 40 to his and poured the contents down the hatchet
since my adolescense, cause of his pimp lessons
smack my woman in the dental just for askin' questions
reduction to either rock the box or suction
Ain't got no close potnahs, I cain't function
From the pen he scribe, on how to survive:
"Don't be Microsoft, be Macintosh with a Drive"
Used to tell me all the time to keep a broke
Did I mention that my was his number one hoe?
Clunked the 40 on the and placed his palm on the dash
and wheezed out, "C'mon man, make motherfucker mash!"
Ain't mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right
Me and the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

*sung* (2X)

Oakland do you wanna
I can't you! Oakland do you wanna ride tonight?

City lights from far way can drop yo' jaw
Sparklin' like sequins on a transvestite at Gras
beauty in the cracks of the cement
When I was five I hopped over them we went to prevent
whatever it was that break my momma's back
did I know that it would roll up in a Cadillac
And matta-fact, she couldn't see him a cataract
And on the track, she from beautiful to battleaxe
And at home, she would cry into her pillow
in the commode, I was six years old
I would onto her lap and we would hug and hold
She asked me what I thought of Jesus he broke off some bread
I said, "He missin' a arm, and he like a pee-pee head"
She said, "Don't cuss," and my to go brush
And get for bed, and the toilet to flush
With tears in my eyes, I was her everything
Before she out on the stroll
She'd me into bed and sing:

much too beautiful for words (4X)

I see the red and white lights as the flies
Reminds me of midnight in a dopefiend's
And my 9-year-old self as leave
to ball my eyes out on a neighbor's sleeve
To make illustrations are clear and clean
I'll you two hours back before this scene:
Early in the morning when the sun starts to
When the birds start to and crackheads go to sleep
Moms was comin' in I her keys go clink
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake
Even though she served, for dollars-a-pop
had enough for rent after Jesus re-copped
That day the landlady got her rent he got his knot
Slammed momma's head against the front bolt
the pump wit one arm done harm
Reached and plowed into her head like a farm
Never saw the act, in the back, I was cussin'
Heard the blap of tewnty headcrack percussion
and blows, her body froze from bolo's to the spine
I was cryin', all she could do was whine
She didn't even the strength to say, "I love you Boo"
But I said it to her and she that I knew
She was by the time the ambulance got on the case
But I never will the plastic hand stuck in her face
Stop at the to ask Jesus 'bout directions
"S go to Frisco.." (I got friendly vocal inflections)
Mob a at MacArthur to continue in flight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last

The rain dropped giant pearls, God was pissin' on the
or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and
My temperatyre gayge "cold and blistery"
Spinnin' wheels made each piece of history
This was debut out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it seem like a
See, he went in the pen for some other murder
Twelve years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp
You killed my mom, no playa hation points
You know how act, shit exclamation points
First it was a set up move, it was the truth
His letters were the only I had as a youth
But his lopsided game, see, was counterfeit
So my little son Dominic thinks I'm a dick
Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little Jesus
To me women had to be saints, hoes, or
And I don't think that gon' end til we make revolution
But who gon' make the if we worship prostitution?
Ain't no finna die for the same ol' conclusion
Put they life on the line so other pimp could use 'em
Pulled a vacant lot, the road to recovery
Pulled out my pistol as we against the shrubbery
Jesus said, "Why the hell you a gat?"
So I pulled a of game I could use out the hat
I said, "This trip is over, we ain't ride on
This is for my mental and my momma that I on
Microsoft motherfuckers let bygones be
but I'm Macintosh, I'ma double click your icons"
He for life, then gave up the fight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last