Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound my mic is right

I-I am not a human, shout to all my men
Yeah, they call me Tune, got them tuned in
It's a crazy world so I in mine
And nigga's don't cross the line, stay in line

welfare, I'm St. Elsewhere
Hotter than a devil, nigga, yeah
Roc-a-bye, baby, homicide,
That's more drops, call me cry baby

What you talkin' Tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your
I'm the young god, swagga
Bitch I'm in the buildin', you in the front

Life's a bitch, nah, yet a dumb broad
And I bet I can the world and make it come hard
Yeah, you boys is up
And I'm shittin' on 'em like two and one cup

Baby a.k.a. "Bring The Money Home"
Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya bone
now, die later, motherfucker
You's a bitch zeta phi beta motherfucker

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your
Pussy ass nigga, I want your gonorrhea

Yeah, I it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I want your gonorrhea
ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea

Man, I'm so tired of I sleep a lot now
I let my rush ya like Moscow
Gun at ya eyebrow, pow pow
Man, I ball hard even with fouls

Yeah, we in this bitch like
you in the woods, now get yo' camp on
Choke hold this shit 'cause I'm so hands on
I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is I lands on

Back the wall and my two feet is what I stand on
Diva in the room, she blowin' me just a band horn
Got her on her the same knees that she be prayin' on
Now she just text her with a capital, you can join

Yeah, y'all wanna do? I'm all ears
Smokin' on that head band, that shit the Paul Pearce
I'm just so of my time like dog years
Ball like Solange, India Arie, Spears

Yeah, it how I see ya
I I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I don't your gonorrhea

Yeah, I it how I see ya
I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your
P-p-pussy ass nigga, I don't want your

I am spendin' more than
I'm makin' on these cars and vacations, is that too much information?
I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even racin'
With a windshield full of tickets I live right by the station

I am tryin' to out why you so mad at me
Yes, I'm with Money, tell that magazine stop askin' me
I be with the dread, the tattoo's on his head
And a flag the colour red a fuckin' low battery, okay

Nigga peep the shit I'm on
I be with baby momma, you be with your child at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two made of Styrofoam
Big cheese, big bread, call that shit a calzone,

I will break your fuckin' bone
Us the world, better pick which fuckin' side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady puttin' on
And we about to kill 'em C4, Mr. home

Yeah, it how I see ya
I I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
We some asshole nigga's, call us
The Money keep growin' yep, it's growin' like a

Yeah, I it how I see it
Y'all some pussy ass niggas, we should ya gonorrhea
You keep that shit I'ma see ya
Kill ya and and fuck ya mama mia