Luyện nghe bài hát Whore Monger

(verse)
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 thats what I'm
the cashregister raps ch-ching ching.green backs bring the bling bling
na na I may stay home.rev got the ring ha ha hey hey poem
while my answering machine screening calls.hailing and alone
I want change in your message not the coin of a payphone
my boys are concerned that my blown
voices get turned annoyed with what they say
if its a gay n they like "hey ho!" then I'm all like "hey yo..."
few prone to spray straight shots with blood stained glocks
n a face of stone to melt your ice grill it spill!
n break ya Bone. cd presenting tape should own
replace the with some Non-Prophets drop bass ON
is know to pull your card kid so chill
I up plans like robbers with no skill
my only knowledge is the holy father SO
that you dont still what God is making martyrs outta molehills
now if your soul is fufilled holed your
n realize youre satisfied til after u die from overkill
im Placiboville 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! demeneted or listed as twisted
up with this kid
some insisted that I'm interested in running the facts whispered
in a mating call that get a busy from a number thats unlisted
lumberjacks are gifted.when I the axe it slid
out of my grasp n this invalid, invalid
Toss-offs toss their cookies tossing salads
I the most hype love sonnet n let some whore sing the ballad

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

(verse)
excrament aint rose peddals
I breed hard rocks to impregnate to grow pebbles
I throw kettles at pan-handlers n
sell to sexually repressed stockbrokers
I impetant pimps to sex slaves
manifest with radio activity from x-rays
I bootleg skeletons the next day
son u can sense my dark mood the sky gets gray
little r like "lets play!haha." not right then
tell them to act like men i'll fight them
let em hit me then be like "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 lacked hope n her back broke
she prefered crack cocain. the heroin heroin never again
n gentlelele gentlelele gentlelele..
im from a species of through the deep seas n stars
I do is important so I save 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 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 the ballad

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

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