Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound like my mic is

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

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

What you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my
Cut tongue out, mail it to your moms
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 broad
And I bet I can fuck the and make it come hard
Yeah, you boys is up
And I'm shittin' on 'em two girls and one cup

Weezy Baby a.k.a. "Bring The Home"
Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya 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 want your gonorrhea
ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea

Yeah, I it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wanna 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 hard even with five

Yeah, we in this bitch tampon's
Dump you in the woods, now get yo' 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
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 dog years
Ball like Solange, Arie, Britney Spears

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

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

I am much 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 stop askin' me
I be with the dread, the tattoo's on his head
And a flag the colour red like a fuckin' low battery,

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

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

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't be ya
We some nigga's, call us diarrhea
The Money keep growin' yep, it's like a Chia

Yeah, I it how I see it
some pussy ass niggas, we should call ya gonorrhea
You keep talkin' shit I'ma see ya
Kill ya and and fuck ya mama mia