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 insult ya"
What I denied, but he mixin weed and hop
His head was noddin' up and down he agreed a lot
Bored, said, "We need a plot," I comply, "Let's the spot"
Hopped in the Granada, impressed by the beat I got
His is "hay-zoos" but his pimp name is "gee-zus"
a hoe to pieces with his plastic prosthesis
"Nigga don't you that I'm your daddy?" said he
is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin' degree
"Never plea, try not to flee, niggaz pee when you stick around"
This man my momma had found taught me to put it
I press the gas to the ground to show I'm a hound
Makin' sho' that get rubber sound is heard the town
Thirty years ago, Jesus pull a hoe quick
But now he 50 and his belly lower than his dick
that he spit stuck in my memory chips
And now he puttin' in a disk of Gladys Knight and the
Then that starts to skip, he said, "Somebody musta scratch it"
Put the 40 to his and poured the contents down the hatchet
Well since my adolescense, of his pimp lessons
smack my woman in the dental just for askin' silly
Relationship to either rock the box or suction
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 time to keep a bitch
Did I mention my momma was his number one hoe?
Clunked the 40 on the flo' and placed his on the dash
and wheezed out, "C'mon man, this motherfucker mash!"
gon' mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 last night

*sung* (2X)

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

City lights from far way can drop yo' jaw
Sparklin' like on a transvestite at Mardi Gras
There's in the cracks of the cement
When I was five I hopped over them we went to prevent
whatever it was that break my momma's back
Little did I know that it roll up in a Cadillac
And matta-fact, she couldn't see him like a
And on the track, she went beautiful to battleaxe
And at home, she would cry into 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 broke off 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 ready for bed, and the toilet to
With in my momma's eyes, I was her everything
Before she out on the stroll
She'd tuck me bed and sing:

much 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
Left to ball my eyes out on a sleeve
To make illustrations that are and clean
take you two hours back before this scene:
Early in the morning the sun starts to creep
When the birds start to chirp and go to sleep
was comin' in I heard her keys go clink
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and mink
though she served, for fifty dollars-a-pop
Hardly had enough for rent Jesus re-copped
That day the got her rent befo' he got his knot
Slammed momma's head against the bolt lock
Then the pump wit one arm 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 tewnty percussion
and body blows, her body froze from bolo's to the
I was hysterically cryin', all she could do was
She didn't even 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 the plastic hand stuck in her face
Stop at the intersection to ask 'bout directions
"S go to Frisco.." (I got very friendly inflections)
Mob a left at to continue in flight
Me and the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

The rain dropped giant pearls, God was pissin' on the
or that old man who was snorin' rolled on over and
My gayge read "cold and blistery"
Spinnin' wheels made each piece of asphault
This was Jesus out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it seem a century
See, he went in the pen for other murder drama
Twelve years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a comma
You accidentally killed my mom, no hation points
You know how bitches act, shit exclamation
First it was a set up move, it was the truth
His were the only thing I had as a youth
But his lopsided game, see, was counterfeit
So my little son Dominic thinks that I'm a
I was runnin' 'round 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
no women finna die for the same ol' conclusion
Put life on the line so some other pimp could use 'em
Pulled into a lot, the road to recovery
Pulled out my pistol as we brushed the shrubbery
Jesus said, "Why the hell you a gat?"
So I a piece of game I could use out the hat
I said, "This trip is over, we finna ride on
This is for my mental and my momma I cried on
Microsoft let bygones be bygones
but since I'm Macintosh, I'ma click your icons"
He struggled for life, then up the fight
Me and Jesus the in a '79 Granada last night