Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound my mic is right

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

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

What you talkin' Tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to moms
I'm the god, swagga un-flawed
Bitch I'm in the buildin', you in the yard

a bitch, nah, better yet a dumb broad
And I bet I can fuck the world and make it come
Yeah, you is washed up
And I'm shittin' on 'em like two and one cup

Weezy Baby a.k.a. "Bring The Home"
out a AK and pop ya in ya funny bone
Laugh now, die later,
You's a bitch like zeta phi motherfucker

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

Yeah, I it how I see ya
I I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your
ass nigga, I don't want 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 hard even with five fouls

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

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

Yeah, what y'all wanna do? I'm all
Smokin' on that head band, call that shit the Pearce
I'm just so of my time like dog years
Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney

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

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

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

Nigga peep the I'm wilin' 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 shit a calzone, okay

I break your fuckin' collar bone
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. home

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

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