Luyện nghe bài hát Pimp The Ho

the ho

Pimp ho

Its like Too raps been around a while
I to the beat and got my own style
Im from the O city, and I it before
I was born to mack, me Playboy Short
You wanna get freaky? at the time
We could do the nasty, but its almost
My show at ten, I gots to go
Like the 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', up the phone
Dial 911, 'em, turn it on
Bumped a cute young in a tight red dress
She had a soft booty, and a real big
She said, "I love you", 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
like a giant when youre just too small

No need to rush, take your
To adjust to the 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 money, could that be me?
He said, hell no, Im the of the rap
Looked me in my eyes, said, deal with
I said, hold on, buddy, dont talk 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 girlfriends freakin' on a tale
Better your rap and take mine off
Before the bitch gets wet and youre soft
No need to rush, take time
To adjust to the changes in my
I was on the turf, cold out
When a sucker MC got hit in the

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 shoulda said I was fakin' the place
You wouldnta got straight in your face
Im the coldest MC on a
Now the MCs just leave 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
When you pimp like me, put your mind to
Its like 24 hoes, better known as
When I grab that mic, I spit these
I start the hoes, and it just dont stop
Its goin' on till the drop
Im sir, Too Short, like I
Bitch cant lick, give me head
Had a young tender, wont say her name
Its the same old story, ran the same old

She can blow more head than a well blows
The girl wont stop she get started
Like the freak you married, I had to get her
no doubt, short dog would get her
Im a player, I cant lie
call 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 speak each loud as can be

Im the O, and like I said
If your freakin', I accept all head
Scream out the combination, and I open the
Plug in the mic jack, and rock that cock
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, to stop
I spit these raps and rock yo
Hit the talkin' 'bout, its goin' on
And the next thing you know, the whole nations
Its too on the mic
And Im mo raps than any rapper you like
So all you suckers-worth rappers, you hate my
All I gotta say is, fuck with me
My is tight, my bank is made
You can hate big Short, but I still get

You say, I cant, I say you can
respect, little boy, when you deal with a man
I saw you laughin' when you in the place
Punk, I start laughin' when I spit in face
See I know how I feel, I should be shut at
But Im a true MC, I rockin' on
I wont say Im best, declare Im bad
Im just a rappin' muthafucka a hard-ass rap
Too cold comin' 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 a wig and a purse
No tellin' whats next, I know
Like the Mack said, homie, the ho

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

I got my eye on you
And Im you
Ill you all my dough
You just that ho

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

Im in the car, and I cant be found
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 give a
I live a California lifestyle, 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 you just like this
Say

the ho