Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Your New God

*girl

WRONG, SWEETHEART?
DON'T YOU ME?
YOU PAID FOR ME. TO ME.
*rhythmic
SMOKE ME. ME. INHALE ...
HA HA HA HA HA HA, I'M NEW GOD.

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
only 16, she looks lost
Bought crack from the dopeman, and got
Livin on the streets, out
Perfect individual for me to out
You can sniff me, or you can me
But the girl shoulda known, you can't me
She's 98 pounds and lonely
She to her God for help, and that's me
COCAINE, go n' use me, heh heh
Momma know you're a junkie
put me in your pipe, light and SUCK
*deep inhale* Cluck cluck!
And while high, grab a 12 gauge
Jump on the streets, in a crack rage
The way out is the sucicide route
Put the gauge at your dome and IT OUT
Now I'm on the 6 news
All my movies get the reviews
60 Minutes had a on me
The god called Crack is killin society
Colombia is where I get
I can with a 90-10 split
I work through the week, my is pain
And I'm new God
You can call me

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Heh heh heh
Go n' smoke me

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
Brothers throwin up a set to me
I'm worth a lot so money so me
Doin on the boulevard, just like that
Shoot 'em over crack
Dope dealers would for me
Cause if ya me, I help ya live lovely
You a Porsche? Move a few ki's
Just remember your God is me
The task force bum rushed one of my
A big score, 23
Now ya see another sink
And one cop on the brink
The cop's thinkin bout
And alimony to his wife for the rent and
Kids, so the is slow
And he wants to his bankroll grow
23 just sittin in the back seat
I can make the man weak
So the cop hits the streets to sell a pain
Now the cop has a God
You can me Cocaine

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Smoke
it
it

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
The only way I can be is with intelligence
And you get it, so that's irrelevant
So you die, or go to jail
And I'm as hell
I to get a young kid but he just said no
Because of some hero
So I entered the house in the form of a line
And let him one time
Now he'd dead, cause my was pure
Got him too quick for the
So the headlines read, "Dope Another Hit"
*sniff* on the first sniff
Now the kid is for another hero
I let him know the other was a zero
He hits the streets, lookin for a
They him to me
I don't need another junky, a flunky
Besides, the punk was spunky
So I put him in a fresh o' Dickies
him a beeper, and let him terrorize the city
Put him in a gang, him to slang
Another punk deep in the game
He'll be lucky if he lives 18
And I'm his new God
You can me Cocaine

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Go n' use me
me
Hm hm hm hm hm hm