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
it, and said, "I hope the vapors don't insult ya"
What I replied denied, but he 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, he's by the beat I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to with his plastic prosthesis
"Nigga don't you know I'm your daddy?" said he
This is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin'
"Never plea, try not to flee, niggaz pee when you stick around"
man my momma 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
Thirty years ago, Jesus pull a hoe quick
But now he 50 and his belly hangs lower than his
Philosophy that he spit in my memory chips
And now he puttin' in a of Gladys Knight and the Pips
Then shit starts to skip, he said, "Somebody musta scratch it"
Put the 40 to his lips and poured the contents down the
since my adolescense, cause of his pimp lessons
smack my woman in the dental just for askin' silly
Relationship reduction to either rock the box or
Ain't got no close potnahs, socially I cain't
From the pen he scribe, on how to survive:
"Don't be Microsoft, be with a Hard Drive"
Used to tell me all the to keep a bitch broke
Did I mention that my was his number one hoe?
Clunked the 40 on the flo' and placed his on the dash
and wheezed out, "C'mon man, make this mash!"
Ain't mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right
Me and the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

Chorus: (2X)

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

City lights from far way can drop yo' jaw
Sparklin' like on a transvestite at Mardi Gras
There's beauty in the of the cement
When I was five I over them wherever we went to prevent
it was that could break my momma's back
Little did I that it would roll up in a Cadillac
And matta-fact, she couldn't see him like a
And on the track, she went from to battleaxe
And back at home, she would cry into her
in the commode, I was six years old
I crawl onto her lap and we would hug and hold
She asked me what I of Jesus when he broke off some bread
I said, "He missin' a arm, and he seem like a head"
She said, "Don't cuss," and my to go brush
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 me into bed and sing:

You're too beautiful for words (4X)

I see the red and white as the ambulance flies
me of midnight in a dopefiend's eyes
And my 9-year-old as paramedics leave
Left to my eyes out on a neighbor's sleeve
To make illustrations are clear and clean
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 go to sleep
Moms was comin' in I heard her keys go
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and mink
though she served, for fifty dollars-a-pop
Hardly had for rent after Jesus re-copped
day the landlady got her rent befo' he got his knot
Slammed momma's head against the bolt lock
Then the pump wit one arm harm
Reached back and plowed her head like a farm
Never saw the act, in the back, I was cussin'
Heard the blap blap of tewnty percussion
and body blows, her body from bolo's to the spine
I was hysterically cryin', all she do was whine
She even have the strength to say, "I love you Boo"
But I said it to her and she knew that I
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 very friendly inflections)
Mob a left at MacArthur to continue in
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada night

The rain dropped giant pearls, God was 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
This was Jesus debut out the
Fifteen years, but it seem like a
See, he in the pen for some other murder drama
Twelve years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a comma
You accidentally killed my mom, no playa hation
You know how bitches act, shit exclamation
it was a set up move, then it was the truth
His letters were the only thing I had as a
But his lopsided game, see, was really
So my little son thinks that I'm a dick
I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus
To me had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers
And I don't think that it's end til we make revolution
But who gon' the shit if we worship prostitution?
Ain't no women die for the same ol' conclusion
Put they life on the line so some other could use 'em
into 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 a piece of game I could use out the hat
I said, "This trip is over, we ain't 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 double your icons"
He struggled for life, then gave up the
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 last night