Luyện nghe bài hát Pray to The Junkiemaker

Pray to the Junkiemaker through all of weather
You will be a slave to the Junkiemaker
Fiend for the means while it taxes mind
You're on the road to the Tombstone

Fiend like a hype as you suck the glass
Your soul is into a Hellish hole

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

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

You're jaded the light you no see
Burned out, down in your misery
Drop to less, you'll soon confess and the position
asphyxiated concludes in Purgatory as stated

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

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

Pray to the
And you will find be a junkie with a zombie mind
Suck the pipe, take your life and you die
All you wanted to get high
YEH
In a sweat you will
In a deep need you
In the rock house you
With a dick in mouth you will
In a rage you will
When your 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 house you will
In the church house you Yes
In the station they do
Shippin' to the you Devils
As as you're married you will
up in the kitchen you're trippin'
Sellin' your child for the pile
In a jacket in a
Forced for a divorce of
In the jail house you
Way in the plantation
in the bum bus station
Mental m, m,
50 Station
And the got to cop
off the brothers and sistahs
Twitchin' down six under
Crack under my dunder
Mr. Lucifer him
Mankind under his