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 vapors don't ya"
I replied denied, but he mixin weed 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"
Hopped in the Granada, he's impressed by the I got
His name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces with his plastic
"Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy?" he
is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin' degree
"Never plea, try not to flee, make niggaz pee when you around"
man my momma had found taught me to put it down
I press the gas to the ground to show that I'm a
Makin' sho' that get rubber sound is throughout the town
Thirty years ago, Jesus could a hoe quick
But now he 50 and his belly hangs lower than his
that he spit stuck in my memory chips
And now he puttin' in a disk of Gladys and the Pips
Then that shit to skip, he said, "Somebody musta scratch it"
Put the 40 to his lips and poured the down the hatchet
Well since my adolescense, cause of his pimp
smack my woman in the dental for askin' silly 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 a bitch broke
Did I that my momma was his number one hoe?
Clunked the 40 on the flo' and placed his 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 in a '79 Granada last night

*sung* (2X)

Oakland do you ride?
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 Mardi
beauty in the cracks of the cement
When I was five I over them wherever we went to prevent
whatever it was could break my momma's back
Little did I know 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 back at home, she cry into her pillow
Vomit in the commode, I was six old
I crawl onto her lap and we would hug and hold
She asked me what I thought of 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 for bed, and the toilet to flush
With tears in my momma's eyes, I was her
Before she went out on the
tuck me into bed and sing:

You're much too for words (4X)

I see the red and white lights as the flies
me of midnight in a dopefiend's eyes
And my 9-year-old self as leave
Left to ball my eyes out on a sleeve
To make illustrations that are clear and
I'll you two hours back 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 heard her go clink
Wearin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink
though she served, for fifty dollars-a-pop
Hardly had enough for after Jesus re-copped
That day the landlady got her rent befo' he got his
Slammed momma's against the front bolt lock
Then the wit one arm done harm
Reached back and plowed into her head a farm
Never saw the act, in the back, I was cussin'
the blap blap of tewnty headcrack percussion
and body blows, her body from bolo's to the spine
I was hysterically cryin', all she could do was
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 the ambulance got on the case
But I never will forget the plastic stuck in her face
Stop at the intersection to ask 'bout directions
"S go to Frisco.." (I got friendly vocal inflections)
Mob a left at to continue in flight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada night

The rain dropped giant pearls, God was pissin' on the
or that old man who was rolled on over and earled
My gayge read "cold and blistery"
wheels made each piece of asphault history
This was Jesus debut out the
Fifteen years, but it seem 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 killed my mom, no playa hation points
You how bitches 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 game, see, was really counterfeit
So my little son Dominic that I'm a dick
Cause I was runnin' 'round like a baby Jesus
To me had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers
And I don't think that gon' end til we make revolution
But who gon' make the shit if we prostitution?
Ain't no women finna die for the ol' conclusion
Put life on the line so some other pimp could use 'em
Pulled a vacant lot, the road to recovery
Pulled out my pistol as we against the shrubbery
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 finna ride on
is for my mental and my momma that I cried on
Microsoft motherfuckers let be bygones
but I'm Macintosh, I'ma double click your icons"
He struggled for life, gave up the fight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada night