Luyện nghe bài hát Good Thing We're Rappin'

Alright parents go head the kids in, PG time is over
This out to all the macks in the industry
Huh, alright roll the
(Yo, rest day for hoes)

It's a good thing we're rappin'
If it for the rappin', we'd be mackin'
It's a good that we're rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin, we'd be
It's a thing that we're rappin'

There was a time when they called me Smooth
the hoes and shook the red card steady
It was Mike to those knows
Matter of fact, Icy Mike 'cause he was cold on hoes

We was coast niggas headin' west
I was rollin' shotgun, with my man fresh Wes
The royal blue Brougham was a top rag
You could tell we was pimps the Las Vegas tags

'Cause that's how we it
Hit a lick, paid cash, said nothin', pimp
All of was around spring eighty one
I was in the life and had a good three run

Anyway, one Friday on the side of the in L.A.
My man Wes says hey, "I got a in San Diego"
"Cool", I said, "I'll see ya in a days
I'm gonna and play some L.A. hoes"

He said, "Alright player yo, see you soon"
Yeah, that's how real kick it see there ain't no rules
We roll from city to city, like playing hookie
Later that night I a bitch named Cookie

She says, "I love you and I want to you rich"
I says, "Oh yeah", I swear I worked the out this bitch
She was fine too, niggas couldn't tell me
Had too, did more stealin' than fucking

A real thoroughbred, played con a pro
Man I'm tryin' to you, I had a money makin' ho
But the track got stale, Cookie went to jail
Had to sling a little yale to make

She said, "I'm hot baby, I work in this town
The vice pick me up as soon as you put me down"
I said, "Shut the up ho
Who asked you to run mouth?"

She was though
It was time to take a trip down
And to this day, when I think of how
I was livin' back I got to say that

It's a good that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be
Good we got music
If not I'd be stuck with a way to get ahead
And we got to use it

It's a thing that I'm rappin'
If it for the rappin', I'd be mackin'
thing we got music
If not I'd be stuck findin' a way to get ahead
And we got to use it

call it ho po when your leakin'
So you know ho po is yo po, 'cause you ain't got no ho
I was po but I wasn't po ho, I had one ho
But we was 'cause the money was slow

Coppin' means your goin' up and down
I went Cadillacs in Vegas to the back of GreyHound
San Diego off Broadway, there to be a spot
I think E and 5th where all the players flocked

One I was cooling outside
Saw my man Wes said, "Ah shit yeah, gonna be live"
I was working a double breast silk leaf
With my hundred dollar brown knee-high Ballsy

Wes said, "It's how you wear 'em outside ya pants
And by the way my ham in the alley"
Ham meant Brougham Cadillac
Quarter inch stripes, wheel kit on the

It was snotty nose, that the extra chrome
Plate on the grill, for sunroof we say it had the brains
I said, "This bitch is inside, you to attack?"
Wes looked at me said, "Mack mack mack mack"

My mans pimp stroll was cold limpin'
We stepped inside, of us screamed, "It's pimpin'"
I was drinking cognac, Wes was gin
Wasn't there twenty minutes fore my walked in

I said, "What's up Cookie? you do?"
She said, "Cool, reach under the bar, so I can you these feelings"
We did it like that, case the vice squad was peepin'
This time they wasn't, but this who was leakin'

Walked up and said, "Y'all sell?"
Wes said, "Nigga ya recognize the P when you see it?"
He said, "Oh, yo I didn't know, I thought she's business"
I said, "Yeah, well true that she's a ho"

He said, "She with you, playa? 'Cause I'd really like to her"
at her, said, "Baby, I'm a raw mother fucker"
I said, "Yeah, that might be true, but she don't another nucka"
Ain't no choosin', jump off slick, one here's my snucka"

He said, "Whatchu by snucka?"
"It ain't too hard to
You call your nigga nucka, means she-nigga
And figure this too, the bitch is down for my drawers
another ho to go for yours"

He said, "But, I her"
I said, "You be a rookie"
Now figure this three, he cut me off and to Cookie
He said, "How do you about this, my dear?"

I said, "Nigga you don't check my like I ain't standin' here
Now I told you that this woman pussy for me
You and her ain't the two, and we ain't the
But of all nigga, I ain't the one
Now back the up off me son"

He said, "To buck another man's is a shame"
I said, "Leakin' ass nigga, game game
Now I told you that's my and I gave you a chance"
Reached down and started pullin' up the two my pants

Shoulda capped his ass,
I look up and Wes wrapped a pool stick round this nigga's head
So I put my shit away, we beat him down cowboy
runs up and says, "Baby you okay?"

I says, "Yo, all this excitements got you
cha watchin'? Bitch get busy
Go back outside and gettin' my money"
The laughed, said, "You pimp niggas is funny"

And I'll tell you again
It blows my mind, when I
How I was living then
yo

It's a good thing I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin', I'd be
Good thing we got
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get
And we got to use it

It's a good that I'm rappin'
If it wasn't for the rappin, I'd be
Good we got music
If not I'd be stuck with findin' a way to get
And we got to use it

And you don't
Humpty hump in the
And yo I go, I go
Doddie-doe-doe,
Why must I the ho?
but the mack in me
(Nothin' but the mack in me)

You know what I'm
Doddie-doe-doe,
Why I pimp the ho?
Nothing but the in me
(Nothin' but the mack in me)

Doddie-doe-doe,
Why I pimp the ho?
but the mack in me
(Nothin' but the mack in me)

it
Ho
(Do the ho catcher)
Ho
(Do the ho catcher)
(Ho catcher, ho catcher, do the ho catcher)

Doddie-doe-doe,
Why I pimp the ho?
but the mack in me
(Nothin' but the mack in me)

Kick it, doddie-doe-doe,
Why I pimp the ho?
but the mack in me
(Nothin' but the mack in me)

I said,
Pimp the fuckin' ho
(Pimp ho mack)

Yeah, bitch and big dicks scare ya
you been a ho too long
Know what I'm Yeah

Pimpinest, pimpinest,
Pimpinest, pimpinest, pimpinest,
up and hoes down
Squares don't fuck around
Know what I'm

Oh yeah, it's to rest
and mess
Count my monies while I read the
Give my propas while I watch the operas
'Cause it's pimpin', me?

Bitch cha doin' on your ass?
the cars pass
Pat your on the concrete
And go get my money