Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound like my mic is

I-I am not a human, to all my moon men
Yeah, call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in
It's a world 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,
more tear drops, call me cry baby

What you talkin' Tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, it to your moms
I'm the god, swagga un-flawed
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 is washed up
And I'm shittin' on 'em two girls and one cup

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

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

Yeah, I it how I see ya
I 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

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

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

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

Yeah, what y'all do? I'm all ears
Smokin' on that head band, call 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 wish I met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I want your gonorrhea

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
We some nigga's, call us diarrhea
The Money growin' yep, it's growin' like a Chia

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