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

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

Chorus: (2X)

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

City lights from far way can drop yo' jaw
Sparklin' like sequins on a at Mardi Gras
There's beauty in the of the cement
When I was five I over them wherever we went 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 see him like a cataract
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 would hug and
She asked me 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 to go brush
And get for bed, and the toilet to flush
With in my momma's eyes, I was her everything
she went out on the stroll
She'd tuck me bed and sing:

You're 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 illustrations that are clear and clean
I'll take you two hours back before this
Early in the when the sun starts to creep
When the birds to chirp and crackheads go to sleep
Moms was comin' in I heard her keys go
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake
Even though she served, for dollars-a-pop
Hardly had enough for rent after re-copped
day the landlady got her rent befo' he got his knot
Slammed momma's head the front bolt lock
the pump wit one arm done harm
Reached back and into her head like a farm
saw the act, locked in the back, I was cussin'
Heard the blap of tewnty headcrack percussion
and body blows, her body froze bolo's to the spine
I was hysterically cryin', all she do was whine
She didn't have the strength to say, "I love you Boo"
But I it to her and she knew that I knew
She was by the time the ambulance got on the case
But I never will forget the plastic stuck in her face
Stop at the intersection to ask Jesus directions
"S go to Frisco.." (I got very vocal inflections)
Mob a left at to continue in flight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last

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