Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound my mic is right

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

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

What you talkin' Tell it to my nine
Cut your out, mail it to your moms
I'm the young god, swagga
Bitch I'm in the buildin', you in the front

Life's a bitch, nah, yet a dumb broad
And I bet I can fuck the world and it come hard
Yeah, you boys is up
And I'm on 'em like two girls and one cup

Weezy Baby a.k.a. "Bring The Home"
Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya bone
now, die later, motherfucker
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 want your gonorrhea

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

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

Yeah, we in this bitch tampon's
Dump you in the woods, now get yo' on
Choke hold this shit 'cause I'm so hands on
I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is what I 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 knees that she be on
Now she text her girlfriend with a capital, you can join

Yeah, what y'all do? I'm all ears
on that head band, call that shit the Paul Pearce
I'm just so ahead of my time like dog
like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears

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 don't want your

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

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

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

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

I will your fuckin' collar bone
Us against the world, pick which fuckin' side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti he steady puttin' mileage on
And we about to 'em C4, Mr. Carters home

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
We asshole nigga's, call us diarrhea
The Money keep growin' yep, it's like a Chia

Yeah, I it how I see it
Y'all some pussy ass niggas, we should ya gonorrhea
You keep that shit I'ma see ya
Kill ya senorita and and ya mama mia