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 the O city, and I said it before
I was born to mack, call me Short
You wanna get Look at the time
We do the nasty, but its almost nine
My starts at ten, I gots to go
Like the mack said, homie, the ho
it out everybody, if you got two ears
Turn radio up, Short Gog is here

If the aint kickin', pick up the phone
Dial 911, 'em, turn it on
Bumped a cute tender in a tight red dress
She had a booty, and a real big chest
She said, "I you", said it again
At the freaked her and her friends
Like a Too Short rap, and everybody
Like the said, homie, pimp the hoes
no need in playin' games, none at all
Fakin' like a giant when just too small

No need to rush, take your
To adjust to the changes in my
To you rappers, your 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, hell no, Im the of the rap
me in my eyes, said, deal with that
I said, hold on, buddy, dont that junk
You drank two 40's, now you be drunk

He said, "Lets battle", I said, "Go"
Like the 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 need to rush, take your
To adjust to the changes in my
I was on the turf, cold out
a sucker MC got hit in the mouth

Tryin' to find out if he can with me
The boy got hooked on the fiend beat
I said, bitch, are you smokin'?
It aint funny, cool, I jokin'
You shoulda said I was fakin' the place
You got socked straight in your face
Im the coldest MC on a
Now the sucker MCs just me alone
They might suck on yours, but cant get mine
Like the said, homie, pimp all the time

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

She can blow more than a well blows water
The girl wont when she get started
Like the you married, I had to get with her
Aint no doubt, dog would get her
Im a cold player, I 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 goes on
I speak each loud as can be

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

Cold as hell, hard to
I spit these raps and rock yo
Hit the talkin' 'bout, its goin' on
And the next thing you know, the whole gone
Its too on the mic
And Im spittin' mo than any rapper 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 big Short, but I still get paid

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

Im never draggin' when Im rhymin', 'coz I make a lotta
I jump my car, drop it if its sunny
Doggin' the freaks, and all that
Long hoes with real big tits
Im a player, oh yes, I am
Grab the microphone and makin' grands
I take a freak to her room, not a hotel
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 give a
I live a California lifestyle, aint no
8 years on the mike, and aint it yet
So when you see me on stage, I wont you a kiss
I put my finger in the air and tell you just this
Say

the ho