Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

i am not a human, to all my moon men
Yeah they call me toon. i got bitches tuned in
Iits a crazy world, so i stay in nd niggas dont cross the line
Nigga stay in line, like welfare, im saint wear
then a devil, nigga hell yeah
Rock a by baby, homacide
Thats more tear drops me cry baby
what you talking bout, 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 bitch nah betta yet a dumb
nd i bet i culd the world nd make it CUM hard
Yeah, yuh boys is up
nd im shitting on you too girls in 1 cup
Baby A.K.A bring the money homee
Pull out a A-K nd pop yuh in yah funny
Laugh now die later Fucker
Yuh a like 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 ass nigga idont want yah gonorrhea x2

Man I'm so tired of I sleep a lot now
let my goons rush ya (Russia) like Moscow
gun at ya pow pow
man I ball even with 5 fouls
we in this b-tch like tampon's
dump ya in the woods now get ya on
choke around this sh-t 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 she blowin me just like a band horn
Got her on her knees the knees that she be prayin' on
now she just text her with a capital, "You can join"
yeah, y'all wanna do I'm all ears
smoking on that head band call sh-t Paul Pierce
I'm just so ahead of my time dog years
bald like Solange, Arie, Britney Spears

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I aaaaaam, spending much more 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, tryna out why you so mad at me
yes I'm with Young Money tell the magazine asking me
I be the dread with the tattoo's on his head
and a flag the colour red a f-cking low battery (ok)
n-gga peep the sh-t I'm on
I be with baby momma, you be with your child at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two made of styrofoam
big big bread call that sh-t Low calzone
I break your f-cking collar bone
us the World better pick which side you on
Wayne got a that he steady putting mileage on
and we to kill em C4 Mr Carters home.

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