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
Ignited it, and said, "I hope the vapors 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"
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 pieces with his plastic
"Nigga you know that 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"
This man my momma had found taught me to put it
I press the gas to the ground to that I'm a hound
sho' that get rubber sound is heard throughout the town
Thirty ago, Jesus could pull a hoe quick
But now he 50 and his belly lower than his dick
Philosophy that he spit stuck in my chips
And now he puttin' in a disk of Gladys Knight and the
Then 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 dental for askin' silly questions
Relationship reduction to either 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 with a Hard Drive"
Used to tell me all the to keep a bitch broke
Did I mention that my momma was his one hoe?
Clunked the 40 on the and placed his palm on the dash
and wheezed out, "C'mon man, make this mash!"
gon' mash too fast, cause my tags ain't right
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada night

*sung* (2X)

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

City lights from far way can drop yo' jaw
like sequins on a transvestite at Mardi Gras
There's beauty in the of the cement
When I was five I hopped over them wherever we went to
whatever it was that could break my momma's
Little did I know that it would roll up in a
And matta-fact, she couldn't see him like a
And on the track, she went from beautiful to
And at home, she would cry into her pillow
Vomit in the commode, I was six old
I would crawl 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 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 bed and sing:

You're too beautiful for words (4X)

I see the red and lights as the ambulance flies
Reminds me of midnight in a eyes
And my 9-year-old self as paramedics
Left to ball my eyes out on a neighbor's
To make illustrations that are and clean
I'll take you two hours back this scene:
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
Hardly had enough for rent 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 and plowed into her head like a farm
saw the act, locked in the back, I was cussin'
Heard the blap of tewnty headcrack percussion
and body blows, her body from bolo's to the spine
I was cryin', all she could 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 time the got on the case
But I never forget the plastic hand 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 MacArthur to continue in
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 last night

The rain dropped pearls, God was pissin' on the world
or that old man who was snorin' on over and earled
My temperatyre read "cold and blistery"
Spinnin' wheels made each of asphault history
This was Jesus debut out the
Fifteen years, but it seem like a
See, he went in the pen for some murder drama
years old when I wrote him quote I wanna be a pimp comma
You killed my mom, no playa hation points
You know how act, shit exclamation points
First it was a set up move, it was the truth
His letters were the only I had as a youth
But his game, see, was really 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 prostitution?
Ain't no women finna die for the same ol'
Put they life on the line so some pimp could use 'em
Pulled into a vacant lot, the to recovery
Pulled out my as we brushed against the shrubbery
said, "Why the hell you pointin' a gat?"
So I pulled a piece of I could use out the hat
I said, "This is over, we ain't finna ride on
This is for my mental and my momma that I on
Microsoft let bygones be bygones
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 Granada last