Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound my mic is right

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

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

What you 'bout? Tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your
I'm the young god, swagga
I'm in the buildin', you in the front yard

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

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

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want gonorrhea
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
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 like tampon's
you in the woods, now get yo' camp on
Choke hold around this shit 'cause I'm so on
I get as fuck and Polo sheets is what I lands on

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

Yeah, what y'all wanna do? I'm all
on that head band, call that shit 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 wish I never met ya, I wouldn't be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I don't your gonorrhea

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

I am spendin' much than
I'm makin' on these cars and these vacations, is too much information?
I bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into 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, that magazine stop askin' me
I be with the dread, 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 momma, you be with your child at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of
Big cheese, big bread, call that a calzone, okay

I break your fuckin' collar bone
Us against the world, better pick 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 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 some pussy ass niggas, we call ya gonorrhea
You keep that shit I'ma see ya
Kill ya and and fuck ya mama mia