Luyện nghe bài hát Whore Monger

(verse)
my popularitys on the ri-ise.my self-image is

my expanding in size but my stomachs shrinking
it all evens out in the end thats what I'm
sing the cashregister raps ch-ching ching.green backs bring the bling
na na I may home.rev got the ring ring ha ha hey hey poem
while my answering machine calls.hailing safe and alone
I want change in your not the coin return of a payphone
my boys are concerned that my blown
voices get turned away with what they say
if its a gay tone n they like "hey ho!" I'm all like "hey yo..."
few remain prone to spray straight shots with blood glocks
n a face of stone to your ice grill it might spill!
n ya Bone. Thugs-in-Harmony cd presenting tape should own
replace the thrown with some Non-Prophets drop ON
is know to pull your card kid so chill
I up plans like robbers with no skill
my only knowledge is the father SO THRILLED
that you dont know still what God is making martyrs molehills
now if your soul is fufilled your dills
n realize youre never satisfied til after u die overkill
im from Placiboville but we the drill
obscene is so ill but wait for the to leave so I can throw the pill..
I AM NOT SICK! demeneted or as twisted bitch
whats up this kid
some insisted that I'm interested in running the facts whispered
in a mating call that get a busy signal a number thats unlisted
lumberjacks are gifted.when I swung the axe it
out of my grasp n this invalid, invalid
Toss-offs their cookies while tossing salads
I ghost-write the most hype love sonnet n let some sing the ballad

(hook)
IMA WHORE...A MONGER! with a platinum voice
IMA WHORE...A WHORE MONGER! I havent a choice
servin up this (S!) echo-freaks need to eat

(verse)
excrament aint flauntin rose
I breed hard rocks to impregnate stones to pebbles
I kettles at pan-handlers n pot-smokers
sell insest to sexually repressed
I turn impetant to sex slaves
them with radio activity from x-rays
I bootleg their skeletons the day
son u can sense my dark mood once the sky gray
little r like "lets play!haha." not right then
tell them to act men then i'll fight them
let em hit me first then be "strike again!"
then its my turn to see how far the limbs of little tykes
I em up, with burlap rope. "word?thats dope."
manhandled the girl that lacked n her back broke
she prefered crack cocain. the needed heroin never again
n gentlelele gentlelele gentlelele..
im from a species of zsars through the deep n stars
everything I do is important so I save my in jars
n what I eat seems bizarr I n thaw
emcees who aint down by the of law
now anologies aint raw
but when u secretly serve well-done yall then become casualties of war
just call me Francis Allah n I was
'cause I ghost-wrote the most dope love let dumb harlet sung the ballad

(hook)
...and I havent a choice n if ya aint moist just
c'mon

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