Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp The Ho

the ho

Pimp ho

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

If the bass aint kickin', pick up the
Dial 911, tell 'em, it on
Bumped a cute young tender in a tight red
She had a soft booty, and a real big
She said, "I love you", it again
At the motel freaked her and her
Like a Too Short rap, and knows
Like the mack said, homie, the hoes
no need in playin' games, none at all
Fakin' a giant when youre just too small

No need to rush, take time
To to the changes in my rhyme
To you rappers, tonights night
You all jump up on your 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, deal with
I said, hold on, buddy, dont talk junk
You drank two 40's, now you 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 freakin' on a freaky tale
Better your rap and take mine off
the bitch gets wet and youre still soft
No need to rush, take time
To adjust to the in my rhyme
I was on the turf, cold out
When a MC got hit in the mouth

Tryin' to out if he can hang with me
The boy got on the dope fiend beat
I said, bitch, what are you
It funny, cool, I aint jokin'
You shoulda said I was fakin' the place
You wouldnta got socked straight in face
Im the coldest MC on a
Now the sucker MCs just leave me
They suck on yours, but they cant get mine
Like the Mack said, homie, all the time

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

She can blow more head than a blows water
The girl wont stop when she get
Like the you married, I had to get with her
no doubt, short dog would get her
Im a player, I cant lie
They me playboy Short, and I told you why
Im a mack, so get
I put my tape in the deck in my
And as my ride on definitely
I speak word loud as can be

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

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

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

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

I got my eye on you
And Im you
Ill you all my dough
You just pimp ho

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

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

the ho