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 evens out in the end 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 ring ha ha hey hey
while my answering machine calls.hailing safe and alone
I want change in your message not the return of a payphone
my boys are concerned my brains blown
voices get turned away annoyed with what say
if its a gay tone n they like "hey ho!" then I'm all "hey yo..."
few prone to spray straight shots with blood stained glocks
n a face of to melt your ice grill it might spill!
n break ya Bone. Thugs-in-Harmony cd tape should own
replace the with some Non-Prophets drop bass ON
Sage is know to your card kid so chill
I up plans like robbers with no skill
my only knowledge is the holy SO THRILLED
that you dont know still what God is making martyrs outta
now if your is fufilled holed your dills
n realize youre never til after u die from overkill
im from Placiboville but we the drill
obscene is so ill but for the nurse to leave so I can throw the pill..
I AM NOT SICK! or listed as twisted bitch
up with this 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
are gifted.when I swung the axe it slid
out of my n injured this invalid, invalid
Toss-offs toss their while tossing salads
I ghost-write the hype love sonnet n let some whore sing the ballad

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

(verse)
excrament flauntin rose peddals
I breed rocks to impregnate stones to grow pebbles
I throw kettles at n pot-smokers
sell to sexually repressed stockbrokers
I impetant pimps to sex slaves
manifest them with radio activity x-rays
I bootleg their the next day
son u can sense my dark once the sky gets gray
little kids r like "lets play!haha." not then
tell them to act like men i'll fight them
let em hit me first be like "strike again!"
then its my turn to see how far the limbs of little bend
I em up, with burlap rope. "word?thats dope."
manhandled the girl that lacked hope n her back
she prefered crack cocain. the heroin needed never again
ladies n gentlelele gentlelele..
im from a species of zsars through the seas n stars
everything I do is important so I my feces in jars
n what I eat seems bizarr I deep-freeze n
who aint down by the gravities of law
now these aint raw
but when u secretly serve well-done yall then become casualties of war
just call me 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
sing-a-long

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