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 them tuned in
a crazy world so I stay in mine
And nigga's don't cross the line, stay in line

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

What you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your
I'm the god, swagga un-flawed
Bitch I'm in the buildin', you in the yard

a bitch, nah, better yet a dumb broad
And I bet I can fuck the and make it come hard
Yeah, you boys is up
And I'm shittin' on 'em like two 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 I never 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
I 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

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 hard even with five fouls

Yeah, we in this like tampon's
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 what I on

Back against the wall and my two is what I stand 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 text her girlfriend a capital, you can join

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't be ya
We some asshole nigga's, call us
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' that I'ma see ya
Kill ya and and fuck ya mama mia