Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Your New God

*girl

WHAT'S WRONG,
YOU WANT ME?
YOU FOR ME. KNEEL TO ME.
sniffing*
SMOKE ME. BREATHE ME. ...
HA HA HA HA HA HA, I'M NEW GOD.

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
She's 16, she looks lost
Bought from the dopeman, and got tossed
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 only 98 pounds and
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, and SUCK
inhale* 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 dome 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 where I get
I can with a 90-10 split
I work the week, my pleasure 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)
throwin up a set to protect me
I'm a lot so money so respect me
Doin damage on the boulevard, just like
*gunfire* Shoot 'em crack
Dope dealers kill for me
if ya sell me, I help ya live lovely
You want a Move a few ki's
Just remember your God is me
The force bum rushed one of my employees
A big score, 23
Now ya see dopeman sink
And one cop on the brink
The cop's 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 in the back seat
I can the best man weak
So the cop hits the streets to sell a pain
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 is with intelligence
And you don't get it, so irrelevant
So you die, or go to jail
And I'm happy as
I to get a young kid but he just said no
Because of some hero
So I the hero's 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 read, "Dope Made Another Hit"
*sniff* Dead on the sniff
Now the kid is for another hero
I let him know the other fool was a
He hits the streets, for a remedy
introduce him to me
I don't need junky, just a flunky
Besides, the little was spunky
So I put him in a fresh pair o'
Give him a beeper, and let him the city
Put him in a gang, teach him to
Another young punk deep in the
be lucky if he lives til' 18
And I'm his new God
You can call me

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

Go n' use me
me
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