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

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

What you talkin' 'bout? it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your
I'm the young god, un-flawed
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 make it 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"
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 never met ya, I wanna be ya
ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I don't your gonorrhea

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

Man, I'm so tired of I sleep a lot now
I let my goons rush ya Moscow
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 around this 'cause I'm so hands on
I get high as fuck and Polo is what I lands on

against the wall and my two feet is what I stand on
Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like a band
Got her on her knees the same that she be prayin' on
Now she text 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 ahead of my time like dog
Ball Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears

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 your

Yeah, I it how I see ya
W-wish I met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't your gonorrhea
P-p-pussy ass nigga, I don't your gonorrhea

I am spendin' much more
I'm makin' on these cars and vacations, is that too much information?
I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into
With a windshield full of tickets 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 stop me
I be with the dread, with the tattoo's on his
And a flag the colour red a fuckin' low battery, okay

Nigga the shit I'm wilin' on
I be your baby 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 will break fuckin' collar bone
Us against the world, better pick fuckin' side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he puttin' mileage on
And we about to kill 'em C4, Mr. home

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wanna be ya
We asshole nigga's, call us diarrhea
The Money keep growin' yep, it's growin' a Chia

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