Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Your New God

*girl

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

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
She's only 16, she looks
crack from the dopeman, and got tossed
Livin on the streets, out
Perfect for me to bust out
You can sniff me, or you can me
But the shoulda known, you can't trust me
only 98 pounds and lonely
She calls to her God for help, and me
COCAINE, go n' use me, heh heh
Momma won't know you're a
Just put me in pipe, light and SUCK
*deep inhale* Cluck cluck!
And while you're high, grab a 12
Jump back on the streets, in a crack
The only way out is the route
Put the at your dome and TAKE IT OUT
Now I'm on the 6 news
All my get the rave reviews
60 Minutes had a on me
The god called Crack is killin your
is where I get picked
I can with a 90-10 split
I work the week, my pleasure is pain
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 up a set to protect me
I'm a lot so money so respect me
Doin damage on the boulevard, like that
*gunfire* Shoot 'em crack
Dope dealers would for me
Cause if ya sell me, I ya live lovely
You want a Porsche? Move a few
remember that your God is me
The task force bum rushed one of my
A big score, 23
Now ya see dopeman sink
And one young cop on the
The cop's bout pinchin
And checks to his wife for the rent and
Kids, so the profit is
And he wants to make his bankroll
23 just sittin in the back seat
I can make the man weak
So the cop hits the streets to a little 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 that's
So you die, or go to jail
And I'm as hell
I tried to get a young kid but he said no
of some sports hero
So I entered the hero's in the form of a line
And let him snort one
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 fool was a zero
He hits the streets, lookin for a
They him to me
I need another junky, just a flunky
Besides, the little 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
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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