Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

i am not a human, to all my moon men
Yeah they me toon. i got these bitches tuned in
Iits a crazy world, so i stay in nd niggas dont cross the line
Nigga stay in line, like welfare, im else wear
Hotter then a devil, nigga hell
Rock a by baby, baby
Thats more tear drops call me cry
you talking bout, tell it to my 9's
Cut yah tongue out mail it to yah
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 it CUM hard
Yeah, yuh is washed up
nd im shitting on you like too in 1 cup
Weezy Baby A.K.A bring the money
Pull out a A-K nd pop yuh in yah funny
now die later motha Fucker
Yuh a bitch Zada By Data Mothaa fucker Y E A H

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

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

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I aaaaaam, spending much than I'm making on these cars and these vacations
is that too 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 with Young Money the magazine stop asking me
I be with the dread the tattoo's on his head
and a flag the red like a f-cking low battery (ok)
n-gga peep the sh-t I'm on
I be with your baby momma, you be with your at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of
big cheese big bread call sh-t Low calzone
I will break your f-cking collar
us against the World better which side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti he steady putting mileage on
and we about to kill em C4 Mr home.

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