Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

i am not a human, shout to all my men
Yeah call me toon. i got these bitches tuned in
Iits a crazy world, so i in line nd niggas dont cross the line
Nigga stay in line, like welfare, im saint else
Hotter a devil, nigga hell yeah
a by baby, homacide baby
Thats tear drops call me cry baby
what you bout, tell it to my 9's
Cut yah out mail it to yah momss
im the young god, swagga
im in the building you in the front yard
Lifes a nah betta yet a dumb broad
nd i bet i culd fuck the world nd make it CUM
Yeah, yuh boys is up
nd im on you like too girls in 1 cup
Weezy A.K.A bring the money homee
out a A-K nd pop yuh in yah funny bone
Laugh now die later Fucker
Yuh a bitch like Zada By Data Mothaa Y E A H

(Chorus) it how i see iit
i neva met yuh i would wanna be yah
Pussy ass nigga i dont want yah gonorrhea PA PA PA Pussy ass nigga idont want yah x2

Man I'm so of ballin I sleep a lot now
I'll let my goons rush ya (Russia) Moscow
gun at ya pow pow
man I hard even with 5 fouls
yeah we in this b-tch tampon's
dump ya in the woods now get ya on
choke hold around this sh-t I'm so hands on
I get high as f-ck and Polo sheets is I land on
back against the wall my two feet is what I on
in the room she blowin me just like a band horn
Got her on her the same knees that she be prayin' on
now she just text her girlfriend a capital, "You can join"
yeah, what wanna do I'm all ears
smoking on that head band call that Paul Pierce
I'm just so ahead of my time dog years
bald like Solange, India Arie, Spears

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I aaaaaam, spending much than I'm making on these cars and these vacations
is too much information?
I just a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racing
with a DashBoard full of tickets cuz I right by the station
I aaaaam, figure out why you so mad at me
yes I'm Young Money tell the magazine stop asking me
I be with the dread with the on his head
and a the colour red like a f-cking low battery (ok)
n-gga the sh-t I'm wylin' on
I be with your baby momma, you be with child at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two cups of styrofoam
big cheese big bread call that sh-t Low
I will your f-cking collar bone
us the World better pick which side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he putting mileage on
and we about to em C4 Mr Carters home.

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