Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

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

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

Man I'm so tired of I sleep a lot now
I'll let my goons ya (Russia) like Moscow
gun at ya pow pow
man I hard even with 5 fouls
yeah we in this b-tch like
ya in the woods now get ya camp on
choke around this sh-t cause I'm so hands on
I get high as and Polo sheets is what I land on
back against the wall my two feet is what I 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, what wanna do I'm all ears
smoking on that band call that sh-t Paul Pierce
I'm just so of my time like dog years
bald like Solange, India Arie, Britney

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

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