Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp The Ho

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Pimp ho

Its like Too Short been around a while
I rocked to the beat and got my own
Im the O city, and I said 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 show starts at ten, I to go
the mack said, homie, pimp the ho
Check it out everybody, if you got two
Turn your up, Short Gog is here

If the bass aint kickin', 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 you", said it again
At the freaked her and her friends
Like a Too rap, and everybody knows
the mack said, homie, pimp the hoes
Aint no need in playin' games, at all
Fakin' like a giant when youre just too

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, talk that junk
You drank two 40's, now you must be

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 freakin' on a tale
Better your rap and take mine off
Before the bitch gets wet and still soft
No need to rush, take your
To adjust to the changes in my
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 fiend beat
I said, bitch, what are you
It aint funny, cool, I aint
You never shoulda said I was the place
You wouldnta got straight in your face
Im the MC on a microphone
Now the MCs just leave me alone
They might suck on yours, but they get mine
Like the said, homie, pimp all the time

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

She can blow more head than a well 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 player, I cant lie
They call me Short, and I told you why
Im a mack, so get
I put my in the deck in my Cadillac
And as my ride on definitely
I speak each word as can be

Im the T-double O, and like I
If your freakin', I accept all head
out the combination, and I open the lock
Plug in the mic jack, and rock that cock
Back to back like the Raiders
In and out like crossfaders
people 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 yo block
Hit the talkin' 'bout, its goin' on
And the next thing you know, the whole nations
Its too on the mic
And Im spittin' mo than any rapper you like
So all you suckers-worth rappers, you hate my
All I gotta say is, dont fuck 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' when you came in the
Punk, I start laughin' when I spit in face
See I know how I feel, I be shut at dawn
But Im a true MC, I keep on
I wont say Im best, wont Im bad
Im just a rappin' muthafucka with a rap
Too Short cold up
Say a rap, homeoby, get the mic out butt
Be a man if you can, 'coz it 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
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, drop it if its
the freaks, and all that shit
Long haired hoes with real big
Im a player, oh yes, I am
the microphone and start makin' grands
I take a to her room, not a hotel trick
I cold out at the Motel Six

Im ridin in the car, and I cant be
Im the hardest muthafucka from this town
My is sir too Short, and if you say, "So what?"
I look you in your eye, and give 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 blow you a kiss
I put my finger in the air and tell you like this
Say

the ho