Luyện nghe bài hát Whore Monger

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

my heads expanding in but my stomachs shrinking
it all out in the end thats what I'm thinking
sing the cashregister raps ch-ching ching.green backs bring the bling
na na I may stay home.rev got the ring ha ha hey hey poem
while my answering machine screening calls.hailing safe and
I want change in your not the coin return of a payphone
my boys are concerned that my blown
get turned away annoyed with what they say
if its a gay tone n they like "hey ho!" then I'm all "hey yo..."
few remain prone to spray straight shots blood stained glocks
n a face of stone to melt your ice it might spill!
n break ya Bone. Thugs-in-Harmony cd tape should own
replace the with some Non-Prophets drop bass ON
is know to pull your card kid so chill
I up plans like robbers with no skill
my only is the holy father SO THRILLED
that you dont know still what God is making martyrs outta
now if your soul is fufilled your dills
n realize youre satisfied til after u die from overkill
im Placiboville but we know the drill
obscene is so ill but for the nurse to leave so I can throw the pill..
I AM NOT SICK! demeneted or listed as bitch
whats up this kid
some insisted that I'm interested in running the facts whispered
in a call that get a busy signal from a number thats unlisted
lumberjacks are gifted.when I swung the axe it
out of my grasp n injured this invalid,
Toss-offs toss their cookies 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 MONGER! 'cause I havent a choice
up this 'cause (S!) echo-freaks need to eat

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

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

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