Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound like my mic is

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

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

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

Life's a bitch, nah, better yet a broad
And I bet I can fuck the world and 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 zeta phi motherfucker

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

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

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

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

Back against the and my two feet is what I stand on
in the room, she blowin' me just like a band horn
Got her on her knees the same knees that she be 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, that shit the Paul Pearce
I'm so ahead of my time like dog years
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 want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your

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

I am spendin' more than
I'm makin' on these cars and these vacations, is that too much
I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even racin'
With a windshield full of tickets 'cause I right by the station

I am tryin' to out why you so mad at me
Yes, I'm with Young Money, tell that magazine askin' me
I be with the dread, with the on his head
And a the colour 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 cups of Styrofoam
Big cheese, big bread, call shit a calzone, okay

I break your fuckin' 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 kill 'em C4, Mr. Carters

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 keep growin' yep, growin' like a Chia

Yeah, I it how I see it
some pussy ass niggas, we should call ya gonorrhea
You keep talkin' that shit see ya
Kill ya senorita and and fuck ya mia