Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp The Ho

the ho

Pimp ho

Its like Too Short been around a while
I rocked to the and got my own style
Im from the O city, and I it before
I was born to mack, call me Playboy
You get freaky? Look at the time
We could do the nasty, but its almost
My starts at ten, I gots to go
the mack said, homie, pimp the ho
Check it out everybody, if you got two
Turn radio up, Short Gog is here

If the aint kickin', pick up the phone
Dial 911, tell 'em, it on
a cute young tender in a tight red dress
She had a soft booty, and a real big
She said, "I love you", said it
At the motel freaked her and her
a Too Short rap, and everybody knows
Like the said, homie, pimp the hoes
Aint no need in playin' games, at all
Fakin' like a giant when just too small

No need to rush, take time
To adjust to the changes in my
To you rappers, your night
You all jump straight up on mic
Im the best, but let me see
I a lotta money, could that be me?
He said, no, Im the king of the rap
Looked me in my eyes, said, with that
I said, on, buddy, dont talk that junk
You two 40's, now you must be drunk

He said, "Lets battle", I said, "Go"
Like the Mack said, homie, I the ho
All hail the king, go to hell
If your girlfriends on a freaky tale
Better play your rap and mine off
the bitch gets wet and youre still soft
No need to rush, take your
To to the changes in my rhyme
I was on the turf, cold out
a sucker MC got hit in the mouth

Tryin' to find out if he can hang me
The boy got on the dope fiend beat
I said, bitch, are you smokin'?
It aint funny, cool, I jokin'
You never shoulda said I was fakin' the
You wouldnta got straight in your face
Im the coldest MC on a
Now the sucker MCs just leave me
They suck on yours, but they cant get mine
the Mack said, homie, pimp all the time

Im not talkin' 'bout in mini-skirts
you pimp like me, put your mind to work
Its like 24 hoes, known as tracks
When I grab that mic, I these raps
I workin the hoes, and it just dont stop
Its goin' on the panties drop
Im sir, Too Short, I said
cant lick, dont give me head
Had a fresh young tender, wont say her
Its the same old story, ran the old game

She can blow more head than a well water
The girl stop when she get started
the freak you married, I had to get with her
Aint no doubt, short dog get her
Im a player, I cant lie
call me playboy Short, and I told you why
Im a mack, so get
I put my tape in the in my Cadillac
And as my ride on definitely
I speak each word as can be

Im the T-double O, and I said
If your girlfriends freakin', I all head
Scream out the combination, and I open the
Plug in the mic jack, and then rock cock
Back to back like the Oakland
In and out your crossfaders
people dance all over the floor
Lovin that rapper sir Too Short
You got my bank, little girl, no time to act
Im dynamite, baby, and my name aint

Cold as hell, to stop
I spit these and rock yo block
Hit the talkin' 'bout, its goin' on
And the next you know, the whole nations gone
Its too on the mic
And Im spittin' mo raps than any you like
So all you suckers-worth rappers, you my beat
All I gotta say is, dont with me
My is tight, my bank is made
You can hate big Short, but I still get

You say, I cant, I say you can
Show respect, little boy, you deal with a man
I saw you when you came in the place
Punk, I laughin' when I spit in your face
See I know how I feel, I should be at dawn
But Im a MC, I keep rockin' on
I say Im best, wont declare Im bad
Im just a rappin' with a hard-ass rap
Too Short comin' up
Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out butt
Be a man if you can, 'coz it get worse
You be walkin' 'round with a wig and a purse
No tellin' whats next, I dont
Like the Mack said, homie, the ho

Ill be to you
Youll be to me
Anything you
Or you need

I got my eye on you
And Im you
Ill give you all my
You just that ho

Im never draggin' when Im rhymin', I make a lotta money
I jump into my car, drop it if its
the freaks, and all that shit
Long hoes with real big tits
Im a player, oh yes, I am
Grab the microphone and makin' grands
I take a to her room, not a hotel trick
I cold chill out at the Six

Im in the car, and I cant be found
Im the hardest muthafucka rappin' from town
My is sir too Short, and if you say, "So what?"
I look you in your eye, and wouldnt a fuck
I a California lifestyle, aint no trip
8 on the mike, and aint faked it yet
So when you see me on stage, I wont blow you a
I put my in the air and tell you just like this
Say

the ho