Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound like my mic is

I-I am not a human, shout to all my men
Yeah, call me Tune, got them bitches tuned in
It's a crazy world so I 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,
more tear drops, call me cry baby

What you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my
Cut your tongue out, mail it to moms
I'm the god, swagga un-flawed
Bitch I'm in the buildin', you in the front

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

Weezy 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 I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't your gonorrhea
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 don't your gonorrhea
P-p-pussy ass nigga, I don't want 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 hard even with five fouls

Yeah, we in this like 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 is what I lands on

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

Yeah, what wanna 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
Ball like Solange, India Arie, Spears

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

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

I am spendin' much than
I'm makin' on these cars and these vacations, is too much information?
I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into
With a windshield full of tickets I live right by the station

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

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

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

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

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