Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Your New God

*girl

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

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
She's only 16, she lost
crack from the dopeman, and got tossed
Livin on the streets, out
Perfect for me to bust out
You can me, or you can puff me
But the girl shoulda known, you can't me
She's only 98 and lonely
She calls to her God for help, and me
COCAINE, go n' use me, heh heh
won't know you're a junkie
Just put me in your pipe, and SUCK
*deep inhale* Cluck cluck!
And while you're high, a 12 gauge
Jump back on the streets, in a crack
The only way out is the sucicide
Put the gauge at your and TAKE IT OUT
Now I'm on the 6 o'clock
All my get the rave reviews
60 Minutes had a on me
The god called is killin your society
Colombia is I get picked
I can kill 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 n' smoke me

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
Brothers throwin up a set to me
I'm worth a lot so so respect me
damage on the boulevard, just like that
*gunfire* Shoot 'em crack
Dope dealers would for me
if ya sell me, I help ya live lovely
You want a Porsche? Move a few
Just that your God is me
The task force bum rushed one of my
A big score, 23
Now ya see another sink
And one young cop on the
The thinkin bout pinchin
And alimony to his wife for the rent and
Kids, so the is slow
And he to make his bankroll grow
23 ki's just sittin in the back
I can the best man weak
So the cop hits the to sell a little 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 way I can be stopped is with intelligence
And you don't get it, so irrelevant
So you die, or else go to
And I'm happy as
I tried to get a young kid but he said no
of some sports hero
So I entered the house in the form 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 first
Now the kid is lookin for hero
I let him the other fool was a zero
He hits the streets, lookin for a
introduce him to me
I don't need another junky, a flunky
Besides, the punk was spunky
So I put him in a pair o' Dickies
him a beeper, and let him terrorize the city
Put him in a gang, him to slang
young punk 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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