Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp The Ho

the ho

that ho

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

If the bass kickin', pick up the phone
Dial 911, 'em, turn it on
a cute young tender in a tight red dress
She had a booty, and a real big chest
She said, "I love you", said it
At the motel freaked her and her
a Too Short rap, and everybody knows
Like the mack said, homie, 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 to the changes in my rhyme
To you rappers, tonights your
You all jump up on your mic
Im the best, but let me see
I make a lotta money, that be me?
He said, hell no, Im the of the rap
Looked me in my eyes, said, deal that
I said, hold on, buddy, dont that junk
You two 40's, now you must 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
Better play your rap and mine off
Before the gets wet and youre still soft
No need to rush, your time
To adjust to the changes in my
I was on the turf, cold out
When a MC got hit in the mouth

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

Im not talkin' 'bout hookers in
When you pimp like me, put your mind to
Its like 24 hoes, known as tracks
I grab that mic, I spit these raps
I start workin the hoes, and it dont stop
Its goin' on till the drop
Im sir, Too Short, I said
cant lick, dont give me head
Had a fresh young tender, wont say her
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
Aint no doubt, 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 each word loud as can be

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

as hell, hard to stop
I spit these raps and 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 say is, dont fuck with me
My game is tight, my bank is
You can hate big Short, but I get paid

You say, I cant, I say you can
Show respect, little boy, when you deal a man
I saw you when you came in the place
Punk, I start when I spit in your face
See I know how I feel, I be shut at dawn
But Im a true MC, I rockin' on
I wont say Im best, 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' 'round town with a wig and a
No whats 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 give you all my
You just that ho

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

Im ridin in the car, and I cant be
Im the hardest rappin' from 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 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 in the air and tell you just like this
Say

the ho