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

Well, he was smilin' like a vulture as he up the horticulture
Ignited it, and said, "I hope the don't insult ya"
What I denied, but he mixin weed and hop
His head was noddin' up and down he agreed a lot
Bored, said, "We a plot," I comply, "Let's leave the spot"
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his name is "gee-zus"
a hoe to pieces with his plastic prosthesis
"Nigga you know 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"
man my momma had found taught me to put it down
I press the gas to the to show that I'm a hound
sho' that get rubber sound is heard throughout the town
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 puttin' in a of Gladys Knight and the Pips
Then that starts to skip, he said, "Somebody musta scratch it"
Put the 40 to his lips and poured the contents down the
Well since my adolescense, of his pimp lessons
smack my in the dental just for askin' silly questions
Relationship to either rock the box or suction
Ain't got no close potnahs, socially I function
From the pen he scribe, on how to survive:
"Don't be Microsoft, be Macintosh a Hard Drive"
to tell me all the time to keep a bitch broke
Did I mention that my was his number one hoe?
the 40 on the flo' and placed his palm on the dash
and wheezed out, "C'mon man, make this mash!"
Ain't gon' too fast, cause my tags ain't right
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last

*sung* (2X)

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

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

You're much too for words (4X)

I see the red and white as the ambulance flies
Reminds me of in a dopefiend's eyes
And my 9-year-old self as paramedics
Left to ball my out on a neighbor's sleeve
To make illustrations that are clear and
I'll take you two hours before this scene:
Early in the morning when the sun to creep
When the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to
Moms was comin' in I her keys go clink
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake
though she served, for fifty dollars-a-pop
Hardly had enough for after Jesus re-copped
That day the landlady got her befo' he got his knot
Slammed momma's against the front bolt lock
Then the wit one arm done harm
Reached back and plowed into her like a farm
Never saw the act, in the back, I was cussin'
Heard the blap of tewnty headcrack percussion
and body blows, her body froze from bolo's to the
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 knew that I
She was dead by the time the got on the case
But I never will forget the plastic hand stuck in her
Stop at the intersection to ask Jesus directions
"S go to Frisco.." (I got very vocal inflections)
Mob a left at MacArthur to in flight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 last night

The dropped giant pearls, God was pissin' on the world
or that old man who was snorin' on over and earled
My temperatyre gayge "cold and blistery"
Spinnin' wheels made each piece of history
was Jesus debut out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it like a century
See, he went in the pen for other murder drama
Twelve years old when I wrote him I wanna be a pimp comma
You killed my mom, no playa hation points
You know how act, shit exclamation 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 I'm a dick
Cause I was runnin' 'round a little baby Jesus
To me had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers
And I don't think that it's gon' end til we revolution
But who make the shit if we worship prostitution?
Ain't no women finna die for the ol' conclusion
Put they on the line so some other pimp could use 'em
Pulled into a vacant lot, the to recovery
Pulled out my pistol as we brushed the shrubbery
Jesus said, "Why the you pointin' a gat?"
So I pulled a piece of I could use out the hat
I said, "This trip is over, we ain't finna 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 struggled for life, then gave up the
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last