Luyện nghe bài hát Whore Monger

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

my heads in size but my stomachs shrinking
it all evens out in the end thats I'm thinking
sing the cashregister raps ching.green backs 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 your message not the coin return of a
my boys are concerned that my brains
get turned away annoyed with what they say
if its a gay tone n like "hey ho!" then I'm all like "hey yo..."
few remain prone to spray straight shots with blood stained
n a face of stone to melt ice grill it might spill!
n break ya Bone. Thugs-in-Harmony cd tape should own
replace the thrown some Non-Prophets drop bass ON
Sage is to pull your card kid so chill
I mess up like robbers with no skill
my only knowledge is the father SO THRILLED
that you dont know still what God is martyrs outta molehills
now if your soul is fufilled holed dills
n realize youre never satisfied til after u die from
im from Placiboville but we know the
obscene is so ill but wait for the to leave so I can throw the pill..
I AM NOT SICK! demeneted or listed as bitch
whats up with kid
some insisted that I'm in running from 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 their cookies while tossing salads
I ghost-write the most hype sonnet n let some whore sing the ballad

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

(verse)
excrament aint rose peddals
I hard rocks to impregnate stones to grow pebbles
I throw at pan-handlers n pot-smokers
sell insest to sexually stockbrokers
I turn impetant pimps to sex
manifest with radio activity from x-rays
I bootleg their the next day
son u can sense my dark once the sky gets gray
little r like "lets play!haha." not right then
tell them to act like men then i'll them
let em hit me first then be "strike again!"
then its my turn to see how far the limbs of little tykes
I tied em up, with rope. "word?thats dope."
manhandled the girl that lacked hope n her back
she prefered crack cocain. the heroin needed never again
n gentlelele gentlelele gentlelele..
im from a species of zsars through the deep n stars
everything I do is important so I my feces in jars
n I eat seems bizarr 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 then casualties of war
just me Francis Allah n I was flattered
'cause I ghost-wrote the dope love sonnet let dumb harlet sung the ballad

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

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