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, stay in line

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

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

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 on 'em like 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 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 never met ya, I wouldn't be ya
ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea
P-p-pussy ass nigga, I want your gonorrhea

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

Yeah, we in this bitch tampon's
you in the woods, now get yo' camp on
Choke hold around 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 feet is what I on
in the room, she blowin' me just like a band horn
Got her on her knees the same knees she be prayin' on
Now she just text her girlfriend with a capital, you can

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

Yeah, I it how I see ya
W-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

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 into racin'
a windshield 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 Money, tell that magazine stop askin' me
I be with the dread, with the on his head
And a flag the colour red like a fuckin' low battery,

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

I will break your collar bone
Us against the world, better which fuckin' side you on
got a Bugatti that he steady 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 growin' 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' shit I'ma see ya
ya senorita and and fuck ya mama mia