Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp The Ho

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Pimp ho

Its like Too raps 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 Short
You wanna get freaky? Look at the
We could do the nasty, but its almost
My show starts at ten, I 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 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 big chest
She said, "I love you", it again
At the motel freaked her and her
Like a Too rap, and everybody knows
the mack said, homie, pimp the hoes
Aint no need in games, none at all
Fakin' like a giant when just too small

No to rush, take your time
To to the changes in my rhyme
To you rappers, tonights your
You all jump straight up on mic
Im the best, but let me see
I make a money, could that be me?
He said, hell no, Im the of the rap
me in my eyes, said, deal with that
I said, hold on, buddy, dont talk that
You drank two 40's, now you must be

He said, "Lets battle", I said, "Go"
the Mack said, homie, I pimped the ho
All the king, go straight to hell
If your freakin' on a freaky tale
play your rap and take mine off
Before the bitch gets wet and youre soft
No to rush, take your time
To adjust to the in my rhyme
I was on the turf, chillin' out
a sucker MC got hit in the mouth

Tryin' to find out if he can hang me
The boy got hooked on the dope beat
I said, bitch, what are you
It aint funny, cool, I jokin'
You never shoulda said I was the place
You wouldnta got socked straight in your
Im the MC on a microphone
Now the sucker MCs just me alone
might suck on yours, but they cant get mine
Like the Mack said, homie, all the time

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

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

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

Cold as hell, hard to
I spit raps and rock yo block
Hit the talkin' 'bout, its goin' on
And the next thing you know, the nations gone
Its too on the mic
And Im spittin' mo raps any rapper you like
So all you suckers-worth rappers, you hate my
All I gotta say is, 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, boy, when you deal with a man
I saw you when you came in the place
Punk, I start laughin' when I spit in your
See I know how I feel, I be shut at dawn
But Im a true MC, I rockin' on
I wont say Im best, wont Im bad
Im just a muthafucka 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 might get
You be walkin' town with a wig and a purse
No whats next, I dont know
the Mack said, homie, pimp the ho

Ill be to you
be good to me
Anything you
Or anything you

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

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

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

the ho