Luyện nghe bài hát Whore Monger

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my on the ri-ise.my self-image is somewhat

my heads expanding in size but my stomachs
it all evens out in the end what I'm thinking
sing the cashregister raps ch-ching ching.green bring the bling bling
na na I may stay home.rev got the ring ring ha ha hey hey
while my answering machine screening calls.hailing and alone
I want change in message not the coin return of a payphone
my boys are that my brains blown
get turned away annoyed with what they say
if its a gay tone n they like "hey ho!" I'm all like "hey yo..."
few remain to spray straight shots with blood stained glocks
n a face of stone to melt ice grill it might spill!
n break ya Bone. Thugs-in-Harmony cd presenting should own
replace the thrown with some drop bass ON
Sage is know to your card kid so chill
I mess up plans robbers with no skill
my only knowledge is the father SO THRILLED
that you dont know still God is making martyrs outta molehills
now if your soul is fufilled holed your
n realize youre never satisfied til u die from overkill
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 as twisted bitch
whats up with kid
some insisted that I'm in running from the facts whispered
in a mating call that get a busy signal from a number unlisted
are gifted.when I swung the axe it slid
out of my n injured this invalid, invalid
Toss-offs their cookies while tossing salads
I ghost-write the most hype sonnet n let some whore sing the ballad

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

(verse)
excrament aint flauntin rose
I breed rocks to impregnate stones to grow pebbles
I throw kettles at n pot-smokers
sell insest to sexually repressed
I turn pimps to sex slaves
manifest with radio activity from x-rays
I their skeletons the next day
son u can sense my mood once the sky gets gray
little kids r like "lets play!haha." not right
tell them to act like men 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 hope n her back broke
she prefered crack cocain. the heroin needed heroin again
ladies n gentlelele gentlelele..
im from a species of zsars the deep seas n stars
I do is important so I save my feces in jars
n what I eat bizarr I deep-freeze n thaw
who aint down by the gravities of law
now anologies aint raw
but when u secretly this well-done yall then become casualties of war
just call me Francis Allah n I was
'cause I ghost-wrote the most dope love sonnet let dumb harlet sung the

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

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