Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound my mic is right

I-I am not a human, shout to all my men
Yeah, call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in
It's a crazy so I stay in mine
And nigga's cross 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, me cry baby

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

Life's a bitch, nah, better yet a broad
And I bet I can fuck the and make it come 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
now, die later, motherfucker
You's a bitch like phi beta motherfucker

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

Yeah, I it how I see ya
I 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

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

Yeah, we in bitch 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 is what I lands on

Back against the wall and my two is what I stand on
Diva in the room, she blowin' me just a band horn
Got her on her the same knees that she be prayin' on
Now she just text her 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 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 never met ya, I wouldn't be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I want your gonorrhea
P-p-pussy ass nigga, I don't your gonorrhea

I am spendin' more than
I'm makin' on these cars and vacations, is that too much information?
I just a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racin'
a windshield full 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 with the dread, the tattoo's on his head
And a flag the red like a fuckin' low battery, okay

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

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

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't 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 pussy ass niggas, we should call ya gonorrhea
You keep talkin' shit I'ma see ya
ya senorita and and fuck ya mama mia