Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound like my mic is

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

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

What you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my
Cut your tongue out, it to your moms
I'm the young god, swagga
I'm in the buildin', you in the front 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,
You's a bitch like phi beta motherfucker

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

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

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

Yeah, we in this like tampon's
Dump you in the woods, now get yo' on
Choke around this shit 'cause I'm so hands on
I get high as and Polo sheets is what I lands on

Back against the wall and my two feet is what I on
Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like a horn
Got her on her knees the same knees that she be on
Now she just text her girlfriend a capital, you can join

Yeah, what wanna do? I'm all ears
Smokin' on that head band, that shit the Paul Pearce
I'm so ahead of my time like dog years
like 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 want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I want your gonorrhea

Yeah, I it how I see ya
I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want gonorrhea
P-p-pussy ass nigga, I don't your gonorrhea

I am spendin' more than
I'm makin' on these cars and vacations, is that too much information?
I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into
With a windshield of tickets 'cause I live right by the station

I am tryin' to out why you so mad at me
Yes, I'm with Young Money, tell magazine stop askin' me
I be the dread, with the tattoo's on his head
And a the colour red like a fuckin' low battery, okay

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

I will break your fuckin' collar
Us the world, better pick which fuckin' side you on
Wayne got a that he steady puttin' mileage on
And we about to kill 'em C4, Mr. Carters

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 some pussy ass niggas, we should ya gonorrhea
You keep talkin' that shit see ya
Kill ya senorita and and fuck ya mia