Luyện nghe bài hát Whore Monger

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my popularitys on the ri-ise.my is somewhat

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

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

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excrament flauntin rose peddals
I breed hard rocks to impregnate stones to grow
I throw kettles at pan-handlers n
sell to sexually repressed stockbrokers
I turn impetant to sex slaves
manifest them radio activity from x-rays
I bootleg their the next day
son u can sense my dark mood once the sky gets
little kids r like "lets play!haha." not then
tell them to act men then i'll fight them
let em hit me first be like "strike again!"
then its my turn to see how far the limbs of tykes bend
I tied em up, burlap rope. "word?thats dope."
manhandled the girl that lacked n her back broke
she prefered crack cocain. the heroin needed heroin again
ladies n gentlelele gentlelele..
im from a species of zsars through the deep seas n
everything I do is important so I save my in jars
n what I eat seems bizarr I deep-freeze n
emcees who aint down by the of law
now anologies aint raw
but when u secretly serve this well-done yall then become of war
call me Francis Allah n I was flattered
'cause I ghost-wrote the most dope love sonnet let harlet sung the ballad

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...and I havent a choice n if ya snatches aint just
sing-a-long

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