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

Well, he was smilin' a vulture as he rolled up the horticulture
Ignited it, and said, "I hope the vapors don't ya"
What I replied denied, but he mixin 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"
Hopped in the Granada, he's 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 you know that I'm your daddy?" said he
is true, plus he schooled me for my mackin' degree
"Never plea, try not to flee, make niggaz pee when you around"
man my momma had found taught me to put it down
I the gas to the ground to show that I'm a hound
Makin' sho' get rubber sound is heard throughout the town
Thirty years ago, Jesus could a hoe quick
But now he 50 and his belly hangs than his dick
Philosophy that he spit stuck in my chips
And now he in a disk of Gladys Knight and the Pips
Then shit starts to skip, he said, "Somebody musta scratch it"
Put the 40 to his lips and poured the down the hatchet
Well since my adolescense, cause of his lessons
my woman in the dental just 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 Macintosh with a Drive"
Used to tell me all the time to keep a bitch
Did I mention that my momma was his one hoe?
the 40 on the flo' and placed his palm on the dash
and wheezed out, "C'mon man, make this mash!"
Ain't gon' mash too fast, cause my tags right
Me and Jesus the in a '79 Granada last night

Chorus: (2X)

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

City lights far way can makeyou drop yo' jaw
Sparklin' like sequins on a at Mardi Gras
There's in the cracks of the cement
When I was five I hopped over them wherever we went to
whatever it was could break my momma's back
Little did I know that it roll up in a Cadillac
And matta-fact, she couldn't see him a cataract
And on the track, she went from to battleaxe
And at home, she would cry into her pillow
in the commode, I was six years old
I would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and
She asked me what I of Jesus when he broke 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 ready for bed, and the to flush
With tears in my eyes, I was her everything
Before she went out on the
She'd me into bed and sing:

You're much too beautiful for (4X)

I see the red and white lights as the ambulance
me of midnight in a dopefiend's eyes
And my 9-year-old as paramedics leave
Left to ball my eyes out on a neighbor's
To illustrations that are clear and clean
I'll take you two hours back before this
Early in the morning when the sun to creep
When the birds start to chirp and crackheads go to
Moms was comin' in I heard her keys go
Wearin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink
Even though she served, for dollars-a-pop
had enough for rent after Jesus re-copped
That day the got her rent befo' he got his knot
Slammed momma's head against the front lock
Then the pump wit one arm done
Reached back and into her head like a farm
Never saw the act, locked in the back, I was
the blap blap of tewnty headcrack percussion
and body blows, her body froze from to the spine
I was hysterically cryin', all she do was whine
She didn't even have the to say, "I love you Boo"
But I said it to her and she that I knew
She was dead by the the ambulance got on the case
But I never will the plastic hand stuck in her face
Stop at the to ask Jesus 'bout directions
"S go to Frisco.." (I got very friendly inflections)
Mob a left at to continue in flight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last

The rain giant pearls, God was pissin' on the world
or that old man who was rolled on over and earled
My temperatyre gayge "cold and blistery"
Spinnin' wheels made each piece of 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 wrote him quote I wanna be a comma
You accidentally killed my mom, no playa points
You know how bitches act, shit points
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 that I'm a dick
Cause I was runnin' like a little baby Jesus
To me had to be saints, hoes, or skeezers
And I don't that it's gon' end til we make revolution
But who gon' make the if we worship prostitution?
Ain't no women finna die for the ol' conclusion
Put they life on the so some other 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 piece of I could use out the hat
I said, "This trip is over, we ain't finna on
This is for my mental and my that I cried on
Microsoft motherfuckers let bygones be
but since I'm Macintosh, double click your icons"
He struggled for life, then up the fight
Me and the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night