Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound my mic is right

I-I am not a human, shout to all my 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

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

What you 'bout? Tell it to my nine
Cut your out, mail it to your moms
I'm the young god, un-flawed
I'm in the buildin', you in the front yard

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

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

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

Man, I'm so of ballin' I sleep 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 this bitch tampon's
Dump you in the woods, now get yo' on
Choke hold around 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 I stand on
Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like a horn
Got her on her the same knees that she be prayin' on
Now she just text her girlfriend a capital, you can join

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

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I 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
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' more than
I'm makin' on cars and these vacations, is that too much information?
I bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racin'
With a windshield full of 'cause I live right by the station

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

peep 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 fuckin' bone
Us against the world, better pick which side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he puttin' mileage on
And we about to kill 'em C4, Mr. Carters

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 growin' yep, growin' like a Chia

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