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

Well, he was like a vulture 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 he agreed 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 pieces with his plastic
"Nigga don't you know that I'm your daddy?" he
This is true, plus he me for my mackin' degree
"Never plea, try not to flee, make pee when you stick around"
This man my momma had found me to put it down
I press the gas to the to show that 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 hangs lower his dick
Philosophy that he stuck in my memory chips
And now he in a disk of Gladys Knight and the Pips
Then that shit starts to skip, he said, "Somebody musta 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 just for askin' silly questions
Relationship reduction to rock the box or suction
Ain't got no close potnahs, socially I cain't
From the pen he would scribe, on how to
"Don't be Microsoft, be with 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 placed his on the dash
and wheezed out, "C'mon man, make motherfucker mash!"
Ain't 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
beauty in the cracks of the cement
When I was five I over them wherever we went to prevent
it was that 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 beautiful to
And back at home, she would cry her pillow
Vomit in the commode, I was six old
I would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and
She asked me what I thought of Jesus when he broke off bread
I said, "He missin' a arm, and he like a pee-pee head"
She said, "Don't cuss," and my to go brush
And get ready for bed, and the toilet to
tears in my momma's eyes, I was her everything
Before she out on the stroll
She'd tuck me into bed and

You're much too beautiful for (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 eyes out on a neighbor's
To make illustrations that are and clean
I'll take you two hours before this scene:
in the morning when the sun starts to creep
When the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to
Moms was comin' in I her keys go clink
nothin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink
Even though she served, for dollars-a-pop
Hardly had for rent after Jesus re-copped
day the landlady got her rent befo' he got his knot
Slammed momma's against the front bolt lock
Then the wit one arm done harm
Reached back and into her head like a farm
Never saw the act, locked in the back, I was
Heard the blap blap of headcrack percussion
and blows, her body froze from bolo's to the spine
I was hysterically cryin', all she could do was
She didn't have the strength to say, "I love you Boo"
But I said it to her and she that I knew
She was dead by the time the ambulance got on the
But I never will forget the plastic hand in her face
Stop at the to ask Jesus 'bout directions
"S go to Frisco.." (I got friendly vocal inflections)
Mob a left at MacArthur to in flight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last

The rain dropped 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
This was Jesus out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it seem like a
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, exclamation points
First it was a set up move, then it was the
His were the only thing I had as a youth
But his game, see, was really counterfeit
So my son Dominic thinks that I'm a dick
I was runnin' 'round like a little baby Jesus
To me women had to be saints, hoes, or
And I don't think that it's end til we make revolution
But who gon' make the shit if we worship
Ain't no women finna die for the ol' conclusion
Put they life on the line so some other pimp use 'em
Pulled into a vacant lot, the to recovery
Pulled out my pistol as we brushed against the
Jesus said, "Why the hell you 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
is for my mental and my momma that I cried on
Microsoft motherfuckers let bygones be
but since I'm Macintosh, I'ma double your icons"
He struggled for life, then up the fight
Me and Jesus the in a '79 Granada last night