Luyện nghe bài hát Whore Monger

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

my heads expanding in size but my shrinking
it all out in the end thats what I'm thinking
sing the raps ch-ching 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 safe and
I want change in message not the coin return of a payphone
my are concerned that my brains blown
voices get turned away annoyed with what say
if its a gay n they like "hey ho!" then I'm all like "hey yo..."
few remain prone to spray 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 thrown some Non-Prophets drop bass ON
is know to pull your card kid so chill
I mess up plans like robbers no skill
my only is the holy father SO THRILLED
that you dont know still what God is making martyrs molehills
now if your is fufilled holed your dills
n realize youre never satisfied til u die from overkill
im from but we know the drill
obscene is so ill but wait for the nurse to leave so I can the pill..
I AM NOT SICK! or listed as twisted bitch
whats up this kid
some insisted that I'm interested in running from the 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 this invalid, invalid
Toss-offs toss their cookies while tossing
I ghost-write the most hype sonnet n let some whore sing the ballad

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

(verse)
excrament aint flauntin peddals
I hard rocks to impregnate stones to grow pebbles
I throw kettles at pan-handlers n
sell insest to sexually stockbrokers
I turn impetant to sex slaves
manifest them with radio activity from
I bootleg their the next day
son u can sense my dark mood once the sky gray
little r like "lets play!haha." not right then
tell them to act like men then fight them
let em hit me then 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 n her back broke
she prefered crack cocain. the heroin heroin never again
n gentlelele 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
emcees who down by the gravities of law
now anologies aint raw
but when u secretly serve this well-done then become casualties of war
just call me Francis n I was flattered
'cause I the most dope love sonnet let dumb harlet sung the ballad

(hook)
...and I havent a choice n if ya aint moist just
c'mon

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