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
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 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 with his plastic prosthesis
"Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy?" he
This is true, plus he schooled me for my degree
"Never plea, try not to flee, niggaz pee when you stick around"
This man my momma had taught me to put it down
I the gas to the ground to show that I'm a hound
Makin' sho' get rubber sound is heard throughout the town
Thirty years ago, could pull a hoe quick
But now he 50 and his belly lower than his dick
Philosophy that he spit in my memory chips
And now he puttin' in a disk of Gladys Knight and the
that shit starts to skip, he said, "Somebody musta scratch it"
Put the 40 to his and poured the contents down the hatchet
since my adolescense, cause of his pimp lessons
smack my woman in the just for askin' silly questions
reduction to either rock the box or suction
Ain't got no close potnahs, 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 a bitch broke
Did I mention my momma was his number one hoe?
the 40 on the flo' and placed his palm on the dash
and out, "C'mon man, make this motherfucker mash!"
Ain't gon' mash too fast, cause my tags ain't
Me and Jesus the in a '79 Granada last night

*sung* (2X)

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

City from far way can makeyou drop yo' jaw
Sparklin' like sequins on a transvestite at Gras
There's beauty in the of the cement
When I was five I hopped over them wherever we went to
whatever it was could break my momma's 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 from to battleaxe
And back at home, she would cry into her
in the commode, I was six years old
I would onto her lap and we would hug and hold
She asked me what I thought of Jesus 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 for bed, and the toilet to flush
With tears in my eyes, I was her everything
Before she went out on the
She'd tuck me into bed and

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 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 this
Early in the when the sun starts to creep
When the birds start to chirp and go to sleep
Moms was comin' in I heard her go clink
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake
Even though she served, for fifty
had enough for rent after Jesus re-copped
That day the landlady got her befo' he got his knot
momma's head against the front bolt lock
Then the 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 blap of tewnty headcrack
and body blows, her body froze from bolo's to the
I was hysterically cryin', all she do was whine
She didn't even the strength to say, "I love you Boo"
But I said it to her and she 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 'bout
"S go to Frisco.." (I got very vocal inflections)
Mob a left at to continue in flight
Me and the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

The dropped giant pearls, God was pissin' on the world
or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and
My temperatyre gayge "cold and blistery"
Spinnin' wheels made each piece of history
was Jesus debut out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it seem a century
See, he in the pen for some other murder drama
Twelve years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp
You killed my mom, no playa hation points
You know how bitches act, shit exclamation
First it was a set up move, then it was the
His were the only thing I had as a youth
But his lopsided game, see, was counterfeit
So my little son thinks that I'm a dick
Cause I was 'round like a little baby Jesus
To me women had to be saints, hoes, or
And I don't 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 pimp could use 'em
into a vacant lot, the road to recovery
Pulled out my as we brushed against the shrubbery
Jesus said, "Why the hell you a gat?"
So I pulled a piece of 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 let bygones be bygones
but since I'm Macintosh, I'ma click your icons"
He struggled for life, gave up the fight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 last night