Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

i am not a human, to all my moon men
Yeah they me toon. i got these bitches tuned in
Iits a crazy world, so i stay in line nd dont cross the line
Nigga in line, like welfare, im saint else wear
Hotter then a devil, nigga hell
Rock a by baby, homacide
Thats more tear call me cry baby
you talking bout, tell it to my 9's
Cut yah tongue out it to yah momss
im the god, swagga un-frod
Bitch im in the building you in the front
Lifes a bitch nah yet a dumb broad
nd i bet i culd fuck the world nd it CUM hard
Yeah, yuh is washed up
nd im shitting on you like too in 1 cup
Weezy A.K.A bring the money homee
Pull out a A-K nd pop yuh in yah funny
Laugh now die motha Fucker
Yuh a like Zada By Data Mothaa fucker Y E A H

(Chorus) it how i see iit
Wish i neva met yuh i would be yah
ass nigga i dont want yah gonorrhea PA PA PA Pussy ass nigga idont want yah gonorrhea x2

Man I'm so tired of I sleep a lot now
I'll let my rush ya (Russia) like Moscow
gun at ya pow pow
man I ball hard with 5 fouls
yeah we in b-tch like tampon's
ya in the woods now get ya camp on
choke hold this sh-t cause I'm so hands on
I get high as and Polo sheets is what I land on
against the wall my two feet is what I stand on
diva in the room she blowin me like a band horn
Got her on her knees the same knees she be prayin' on
now she text her girlfriend with a capital, "You can join"
yeah, what y'all do I'm all ears
smoking on head band call that sh-t Paul Pierce
I'm so ahead of my time like dog years
bald Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears

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I aaaaaam, spending much more I'm making on these cars and these vacations
is that too information?
I just a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racing
with a DashBoard full of tickets cuz I right by the station
I aaaaam, tryna out why you so mad at me
yes I'm Young Money tell the magazine stop asking me
I be with the dread the tattoo's on his head
and a flag the colour red like a f-cking low (ok)
n-gga peep the sh-t I'm on
I be with baby momma, you be with your child at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of
big cheese big bread call that Low calzone
I will break your f-cking bone
us against the World better pick side you on
Wayne got a that he steady putting mileage on
and we about to kill em C4 Mr home.

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