Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Your New God

*girl

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

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
She's only 16, she looks
Bought from the dopeman, and got tossed
on the streets, smoked out
Perfect individual for me to out
You can me, or you can puff me
But the girl shoulda known, you trust me
She's 98 pounds and lonely
She calls to her God for help, and me
COCAINE, go n' use me, heh heh
Momma know you're a junkie
Just put me in your pipe, light and
*deep Cluck cluck cluck!
And you're high, grab a 12 gauge
back 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 o'clock
All my movies get the reviews
60 Minutes had a on me
The god Crack is killin your society
is where I get picked
I can with a 90-10 split
I work through the week, my pleasure is
And I'm new God
You can me Cocaine

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Heh heh heh
Go ahead n' me

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
Brothers up a set to protect me
I'm a lot so money so respect me
Doin damage on the boulevard, just that
*gunfire* Shoot 'em crack
Dope would kill for me
Cause if ya me, I help ya live lovely
You want a Porsche? a few ki's
Just that your God is me
The force bum rushed one of my employees
A big score, 23
Now ya see another sink
And one cop on the brink
The thinkin bout pinchin
And alimony to his wife for the rent and
Kids, so the is slow
And he wants to his bankroll grow
23 ki's just sittin in the back
I can the best man weak
So the cop hits the streets to sell a little
Now the cop has a God
You can call me

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Smoke
it
it

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
The only way I can be stopped is with
And you get it, so that's irrelevant
So you die, or go to jail
And I'm happy as
I tried to get a young kid but he said no
Because of sports hero
So I entered the hero's house in the of a line
And let him one time
Now he'd dead, my dose was pure
Got him too for the cure
So the headlines read, "Dope Another Hit"
*sniff* Dead on the sniff
Now the kid is lookin for another
I let him know the other fool was a
He hits the streets, lookin for a
They him to me
I don't need another junky, a flunky
Besides, the little was spunky
So I put him in a pair o' Dickies
Give him a beeper, and let him terrorize the
Put him in a gang, him to slang
Another young deep in the game
He'll be lucky if he til' 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
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