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 the vapors don't insult ya"
What I replied denied, but he mixin 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 name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp is "gee-zus"
a hoe to pieces with his plastic prosthesis
"Nigga you know that I'm your daddy?" said he
This is true, he schooled me for my mackin' 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 ground to show I'm a hound
Makin' sho' that get sound is heard throughout the town
Thirty years ago, Jesus could a hoe quick
But now he 50 and his belly hangs lower than his
Philosophy he spit stuck in my memory 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 lips and poured the contents down the
Well since my adolescense, cause of his pimp
smack my woman in the dental for askin' silly questions
Relationship 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 with a Hard Drive"
Used to me all the time to keep a bitch broke
Did I mention my momma was his number one hoe?
Clunked the 40 on the flo' and placed his palm on the
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 Granada night

*sung* (2X)

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

City from far way can makeyou drop yo' jaw
like sequins on a transvestite at Mardi Gras
There's beauty in the cracks of the
When I was five I hopped over them wherever we to prevent
whatever it was that break my momma's back
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 beautiful to battleaxe
And back at home, she cry into her pillow
Vomit in the commode, I was six old
I would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and
She asked me I thought of Jesus when he broke off some bread
I said, "He missin' a arm, and he 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 tears in my eyes, I was her everything
Before she out on the stroll
She'd me into bed and sing:

You're too beautiful for words (4X)

I see the red and white lights as the ambulance
Reminds me of in a dopefiend's eyes
And my 9-year-old self as leave
Left to ball my eyes out on a sleeve
To make illustrations are clear and clean
I'll you two hours back before this scene:
in the morning when the sun starts to creep
When the start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep
was comin' in I heard her keys go clink
Wearin' nothin' but pumps, bikini, and mink
Even though she served, for fifty
Hardly had for rent after Jesus re-copped
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 back and into her head like a farm
Never saw the act, in the back, I was cussin'
Heard the blap blap of headcrack percussion
and body blows, her body froze bolo's to the spine
I was cryin', all she could do was whine
She didn't even have the strength to say, "I you Boo"
But I it to her and she knew that 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 Jesus directions
"S go to Frisco.." (I got very vocal inflections)
Mob a left at MacArthur to in flight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last

The rain dropped giant pearls, God was on the world
or that old man who was snorin' rolled on and earled
My gayge read "cold and blistery"
Spinnin' made each piece of asphault history
This was Jesus out the penitentiary
Fifteen years, but it seem like a
See, he went in the pen for some other 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, then it was the
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
Cause I was runnin' 'round a little baby 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 shit if we prostitution?
Ain't no women finna die for the 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 against the
said, "Why the hell you pointin' 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 and my momma that I cried on
Microsoft let bygones be bygones
but since I'm Macintosh, double click your icons"
He struggled for life, then gave up the
Me and the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night