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

Well, he was smilin' like a vulture as he rolled up the
Ignited it, and said, "I hope the vapors don't ya"
What I denied, but he mixin 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"
Hopped in the Granada, 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 that I'm your daddy?" said he
This is true, plus he schooled me for my degree
"Never plea, try not to flee, make niggaz pee you stick around"
This man my momma had taught me to put it down
I press the gas to the to show 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 than his
Philosophy that he stuck in my memory chips
And now he puttin' in a disk of Gladys Knight and the
Then that shit starts to skip, he said, "Somebody musta it"
Put the 40 to his lips and poured the down the hatchet
since my adolescense, cause of his pimp lessons
smack my woman in the dental just for silly questions
Relationship reduction to rock the box or suction
Ain't got no potnahs, socially I cain't function
the pen he would 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 momma was his number one
Clunked the 40 on the flo' and his palm on the dash
and wheezed out, "C'mon man, make motherfucker mash!"
Ain't gon' too fast, cause my tags ain't right
Me and Jesus the in a '79 Granada last night

*sung* (2X)

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

City lights from far way can makeyou yo' jaw
Sparklin' like sequins on a transvestite at Gras
There's beauty in the cracks of the
When I was five I hopped them wherever we went to prevent
whatever it was that break my momma's back
Little did I know it would roll up in a Cadillac
And matta-fact, she see him like a cataract
And on the track, she went from beautiful to
And back at home, she would cry her pillow
in the commode, I was six years old
I crawl onto her lap and we would hug and hold
She asked me what I thought of Jesus when he off some bread
I said, "He missin' a arm, and he seem 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
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 in a dopefiend's eyes
And my 9-year-old self as paramedics
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
the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep
Moms was in I heard her keys go clink
nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink
Even though she served, for dollars-a-pop
Hardly had enough for rent after Jesus
That day the landlady got her befo' he got his knot
Slammed momma's head against the bolt lock
Then the wit one arm done harm
Reached and plowed into her head like a farm
Never saw the act, in the back, I was cussin'
Heard the blap blap of headcrack percussion
and blows, her body froze from 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 said it to her and she knew I knew
She was dead by the the ambulance got on the case
But I never will forget the plastic hand in her face
Stop at the intersection to ask Jesus directions
"S go to Frisco.." (I got friendly vocal inflections)
Mob a left at MacArthur to in flight
Me and the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

The rain giant pearls, God was pissin' on the world
or old man who was snorin' rolled on over and earled
My temperatyre read "cold and blistery"
Spinnin' wheels made each of asphault history
was Jesus debut out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it seem a century
See, he went in the pen for some other drama
Twelve years old when I him quote I wanna be a pimp comma
You accidentally killed my mom, no playa hation
You know how bitches act, shit exclamation
First it was a set up move, then it was the
His letters the only thing I had as a youth
But his game, see, was really counterfeit
So my little son Dominic thinks I'm a dick
Cause I was runnin' 'round like a little 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' make the if we worship prostitution?
no women finna die for the same ol' conclusion
Put they life on the line so some pimp could use 'em
Pulled into a lot, the road to recovery
Pulled out my pistol as we against the shrubbery
Jesus said, "Why the you pointin' a gat?"
So I pulled a of game I could use out the hat
I said, "This trip is over, we ain't ride on
This is for my and my momma that I cried on
motherfuckers let bygones be bygones
but I'm Macintosh, I'ma double click your icons"
He struggled for life, then up the fight
Me and the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night