Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound like my mic is

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

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

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 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
now, die later, motherfucker
You's a like zeta phi beta motherfucker

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

Yeah, I it how I see ya
I I never 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 ya like Moscow
Gun at ya eyebrow, pow pow
Man, I ball hard even with five

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

Back against the wall and my two feet is what I on
Diva in the room, she me just like a band horn
Got her on her the same knees 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 shit the Paul Pearce
I'm just so ahead of my like dog years
like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears

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

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

I am spendin' much more
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 full 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 that magazine stop me
I be with the dread, with the 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 your child at
Big Mo, Big Red, two made of Styrofoam
Big cheese, big bread, call that 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 to kill 'em C4, Mr. Carters home

Yeah, it how I see ya
I I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
We some nigga's, call us diarrhea
The keep 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 that shit I'ma see ya
Kill ya and and fuck ya mama mia