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"
What I replied denied, but he weed and hop
His head was noddin' up and like he agreed a lot
Bored, said, "We a plot," I comply, "Let's leave 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 with his plastic prosthesis
"Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy?" he
This is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin'
"Never plea, try not to flee, make niggaz pee you stick around"
man my momma had found taught me to put it down
I press the gas to the to show that I'm a hound
Makin' sho' that get rubber sound is heard throughout the
Thirty years ago, Jesus could pull a hoe
But now he 50 and his belly hangs than his dick
that he spit stuck in my memory chips
And now he in a disk of Gladys Knight and the Pips
that shit starts to skip, he said, "Somebody musta scratch it"
Put the 40 to his and poured the contents down the hatchet
Well my adolescense, cause of his pimp lessons
smack my woman in the dental just for askin' questions
Relationship reduction to either the box or suction
Ain't got no potnahs, socially I cain't function
the pen he would scribe, on how to survive:
"Don't be Microsoft, be Macintosh a Hard Drive"
Used to tell me all the time to keep a broke
Did I that my momma was his number one hoe?
Clunked the 40 on the flo' and his palm on the dash
and out, "C'mon man, make this motherfucker mash!"
Ain't mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada night

Chorus: (2X)

Oakland do you wanna
I hear you! Oakland do you wanna ride tonight?

City lights far way can makeyou drop yo' jaw
Sparklin' like sequins on a transvestite at Gras
There's in the cracks of the cement
When I was five I hopped over them wherever we to prevent
whatever it was that could break my back
Little did I know that it would up in a Cadillac
And matta-fact, she couldn't see him like a
And on the track, she went beautiful to battleaxe
And back at home, she would cry into her
Vomit in the commode, I was six old
I would crawl onto her lap and we hug and hold
She me what I thought of Jesus when 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 teeth to go
And get for bed, and the toilet to flush
With tears in my momma's eyes, I was her
Before she out on the stroll
She'd me into bed and sing:

You're too beautiful for words (4X)

I see the red and lights as the ambulance flies
Reminds me of midnight in a eyes
And my self as paramedics leave
Left to ball my out on a neighbor's sleeve
To make illustrations are clear and clean
I'll take you two hours back before scene:
Early in the morning when the sun to creep
When the birds start to and crackheads go to sleep
Moms was in I heard her keys go clink
Wearin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink
Even though she served, for fifty
Hardly had for rent after Jesus re-copped
That day the landlady got her rent he got his knot
Slammed head against the front bolt lock
the pump wit one arm done harm
Reached back and plowed into her head a farm
saw the act, locked in the back, I was cussin'
Heard the blap blap of tewnty percussion
and body blows, her body froze from to the spine
I was hysterically cryin', all she do was whine
She didn't even have the to say, "I love you Boo"
But I said it to her and she knew that I
She was dead by the the ambulance got on the case
But I never will forget the plastic hand in her face
Stop at the intersection to ask Jesus 'bout
"S go to Frisco.." (I got very friendly inflections)
Mob a left at MacArthur to continue in
Me and the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

The rain dropped giant pearls, God was on the world
or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and
My temperatyre read "cold and blistery"
Spinnin' wheels each piece of asphault history
was Jesus debut out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it like a century
See, he in the pen for some other murder drama
Twelve years old when I wrote him I wanna be a pimp comma
You accidentally my mom, no playa hation points
You know how bitches act, shit points
First it was a set up move, then it was the
His letters were the only thing I had as a
But his lopsided game, see, was really
So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a
Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little Jesus
To me women had to be saints, hoes, or
And I don't think that it's gon' end til we revolution
But who gon' the shit if we worship prostitution?
Ain't no women finna die for the ol' conclusion
Put they life on the line so other pimp could use 'em
into 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 finna ride on
This is for my mental and my that I cried on
Microsoft motherfuckers let be bygones
but since I'm Macintosh, double click your icons"
He struggled for life, then up the fight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada night