Luyện nghe bài hát I'm Your New God

*girl

WHAT'S WRONG,
YOU WANT ME?
YOU FOR ME. KNEEL TO ME.
*rhythmic
SMOKE ME. BREATHE ME. ...
HA HA HA HA HA HA, I'M NEW GOD.

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
She's 16, she looks lost
Bought crack the dopeman, and got tossed
on the streets, smoked out
Perfect for me to bust out
You can me, or you can puff me
But the girl shoulda known, you trust me
She's 98 pounds and lonely
She calls to her God for help, and me
COCAINE, go n' use me, heh heh
Momma won't you're a junkie
Just put me in your pipe, and SUCK
*deep inhale* cluck cluck!
And while you're high, grab a 12
Jump back on the streets, in a crack
The only way out is the route
Put the gauge at your and TAKE IT OUT
Now I'm on the 6 news
All my movies get the rave
60 Minutes had a on me
The god called Crack is killin your
Colombia is where I get
I can kill with a 90-10
I work through the week, my is pain
And I'm new God
You can me Cocaine

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Heh heh heh
Go n' smoke me

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
throwin up a set to protect me
I'm worth a lot so money so me
damage on the boulevard, just like that
*gunfire* Shoot 'em crack
Dope would kill for me
Cause if ya sell me, I ya live lovely
You want a Move a few ki's
Just remember that God is me
The task bum rushed one of my employees
A big score, 23
Now ya see dopeman sink
And one cop on the brink
The cop's thinkin bout
And alimony checks to his for the rent and
Kids, so the is slow
And he wants to make his bankroll
23 ki's sittin in the back seat
I can make the man weak
So the cop hits the streets to sell a little
Now the cop has a God
You can me Cocaine

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Smoke
it
it

(Sir Mix-a-Lot)
The way I can be stopped is with intelligence
And you get it, so that's irrelevant
So you die, or else go to
And I'm as hell
I tried to get a kid but he just said no
Because of sports hero
So I entered the hero's in the form of a line
And let him snort one
Now he'd dead, cause my was pure
Got him too for the cure
So the read, "Dope Made Another Hit"
*sniff* Dead on the first
Now the kid is lookin for another
I let him know the fool was a zero
He hits the streets, for a remedy
They him to me
I don't another junky, just a flunky
Besides, the little punk was
So I put him in a fresh pair o'
Give him a beeper, and let him terrorize the
Put him in a gang, teach him to
Another young punk in the game
He'll be lucky if he til' 18
And I'm his new God
You can me Cocaine

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha

Go n' use me
me
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