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 denied, but he mixin 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 name is "hay-zoos" but his pimp is "gee-zus"
Slapped a hoe to pieces his plastic prosthesis
"Nigga don't you 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 when you around"
This man my had found taught me to put it down
I press the gas to the ground to that I'm a hound
Makin' that get rubber sound is heard throughout the town
years ago, Jesus could pull a hoe quick
But now he 50 and his hangs lower than his dick
Philosophy 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 lips and poured the down the hatchet
Well since my adolescense, cause of his lessons
smack my woman in the dental just for askin' silly
Relationship reduction to either rock the box or
Ain't got no close potnahs, I cain't function
the pen he would scribe, on how to survive:
"Don't be Microsoft, be Macintosh a Hard Drive"
Used to tell me all the time to keep a broke
Did I that my momma was his number one hoe?
Clunked the 40 on the and placed his palm on the dash
and wheezed out, "C'mon man, make this mash!"
Ain't gon' mash too fast, cause my ain't right
Me and the Pimp in a '79 Granada last night

Chorus: (2X)

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

City from 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 them wherever we went to prevent
whatever it was that could my momma's back
Little did I know it would roll up in a Cadillac
And matta-fact, she couldn't see him a cataract
And on the track, she went beautiful to battleaxe
And at home, she would cry into her pillow
Vomit in the commode, I was six old
I would crawl onto her lap and we would hug and
She me what I thought 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
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 lights as the ambulance
Reminds me of midnight in a dopefiend's
And my self as paramedics leave
Left to my eyes out on a neighbor's sleeve
To make 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 start to chirp and crackheads go to sleep
Moms was in I heard her keys go clink
Wearin' but pumps, bikini, and fake mink
Even though she served, for dollars-a-pop
Hardly had for rent after Jesus re-copped
That day the landlady got her befo' he got his knot
Slammed momma's against the front bolt lock
Then the pump wit one arm harm
Reached back and plowed into her head a farm
Never saw the act, in the back, I was cussin'
the blap blap of tewnty headcrack percussion
and body blows, her body froze from bolo's to the
I was hysterically cryin', all she do was whine
She didn't even the strength 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 forget the plastic stuck in her face
Stop at the intersection to ask Jesus directions
"S go to Frisco.." (I got very friendly inflections)
Mob a at MacArthur to continue in flight
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada night

The rain giant pearls, God was pissin' on the world
or that old man who was snorin' rolled on and earled
My temperatyre read "cold and blistery"
Spinnin' wheels 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 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, then it was the
His letters were the only I had as a youth
But his lopsided game, see, was really
So my little son Dominic thinks I'm a dick
Cause I was 'round like a little baby Jesus
To me women had to be saints, hoes, or
And I don't think it's gon' end til we make revolution
But who gon' make the shit if we worship
Ain't no finna die for the same ol' conclusion
Put they life on the line so some other could use 'em
Pulled into a vacant lot, the road to
out my pistol as we brushed against the shrubbery
Jesus said, "Why the hell you a gat?"
So I pulled a piece of I could use out the hat
I said, "This trip is over, we ain't ride on
This is for my mental and my momma I cried on
Microsoft motherfuckers let bygones be
but since I'm Macintosh, double click your icons"
He struggled for life, then gave up the
Me and Jesus the Pimp in a '79 Granada last