Luyện nghe bài hát Whore Monger

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

my heads in size but my stomachs shrinking
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 screening calls.hailing safe and alone
I want change in your not the coin return of a payphone
my boys are that my brains blown
voices get turned away annoyed with they say
if its a gay n they like "hey ho!" then I'm all like "hey yo..."
few remain prone to spray straight with blood stained glocks
n a of stone to melt your ice grill it might spill!
n break ya Bone. Thugs-in-Harmony cd presenting tape own
replace the thrown some Non-Prophets drop bass ON
Sage is know to pull card kid so chill
I mess up plans like with no skill
my only knowledge is the holy SO THRILLED
that you dont know still what God is making outta molehills
now if your soul is holed your dills
n youre never satisfied til after 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 listed as twisted
whats up with kid
some insisted that I'm interested in from the facts whispered
in a mating call that get a busy signal from a 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 whore sing the

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

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

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...and I havent a choice n if ya snatches moist just
c'mon

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