Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound my mic is right

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

Like welfare, I'm St.
Hotter a devil, nigga, hell yeah
Roc-a-bye, baby, homicide,
That's tear drops, call me cry baby

What you talkin' 'bout? it to my nine
Cut your out, mail it to your moms
I'm the young god, un-flawed
I'm in the buildin', you in the front yard

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

Weezy a.k.a. "Bring The Money Home"
out a AK and pop ya in ya funny bone
Laugh now, die later,
You's a bitch like zeta phi beta

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

Yeah, I it how I see ya
I wish I met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your
P-p-pussy ass nigga, I want your gonorrhea

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

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

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

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

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I want your gonorrhea

Yeah, I it how I see ya
W-wish I met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea
P-p-pussy ass nigga, I want your gonorrhea

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

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

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

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

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

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