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, nigga's stay in

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

What you talkin' Tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your
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 make it hard
Yeah, you is washed up
And I'm shittin' on 'em two girls and one cup

Baby a.k.a. "Bring The Money Home"
Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya 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
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your
ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea

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

Man, I'm so tired of 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 like tampon's
Dump you in the woods, now get yo' on
hold around this shit 'cause I'm so hands on
I get high as fuck and Polo is what I lands on

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

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

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

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

I am spendin' much more
I'm on these cars and these 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 to figure out why you so mad at me
Yes, I'm with Young Money, tell that magazine stop me
I be the dread, with the tattoo's on his head
And a flag the 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 cups of Styrofoam
Big cheese, big bread, call shit a calzone, okay

I will break your collar bone
Us against the world, better pick which 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 never met ya, I wanna be ya
We some nigga's, call us diarrhea
The Money keep growin' yep, growin' like a Chia

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