Luyện nghe bài hát Pray to The Junkiemaker

Pray to the Junkiemaker all types of weather
You be a slave to the Junkiemaker forever
Fiend for the means while it your mind
You're on the road to the Commode

Fiend a hype as you suck the glass pipe
Your soul is cast into a hole

And as you're on your knees tryin to feed your
The Monkey's on back got you, beggin' please

to the Junkiemaker
Take a hit wit yer
Pray to the Junkiemaker,

You're the light you no longer see
Burned out, broke in your misery
to less, you'll soon confess and assume the position
Constipated asphyxiated concludes in Purgatory as

to the Junkiemaker
Pray to the
It's the ticket, Can I get a witness
to the Junkiemaker
Take a hit, Wit yer
Pray to the
OOOOOOOOOH,
to the Junkiemaker
Take a hit, sit and
to the Junkiemaker

I ain't talkin' 'bout a physical addiction but a mental
It's a moral to this so listen well
I relate the life I live in full of shit and sometimes
And you will see that the pipe is reality
to the Junkiemaker
Surrounded by shitty
Mental in the city YEH

Pray to the
And you will find you'll be a junkie a zombie mind
the pipe, take your life and you will die
All you wanted to get high
YEH
In a sweat you will
In a deep need you
In the rock you will
a dick in your mouth you will
In a mental you will
When body craves you will
Demonic let's a deal
In the hospital you
P.M.R.C. you be
In the business you will
In the you will
In the White in a
In the school you will
In the church you will Yes
In the station they do
Shippin' to the ghetto you
As as you're married you will
Rocked up in the you're trippin'
Sellin' your for the rock pile
In a jacket in a
Forced for a divorce of
In the jail house you
Way black in the
in the bum bus station
Mental m, m,
50 Skylab
And the got to cop
Killin' off the and sistahs
down six feet under
Crack gettin' under my
Mr. him chuckle
under his buckle