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 don't cross the line, nigga's stay in

welfare, I'm St. Elsewhere
Hotter a devil, nigga, hell 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, swagga
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 make it hard
Yeah, you is washed up
And I'm shittin' on 'em like two and one cup

Weezy Baby a.k.a. "Bring The Home"
Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya funny
Laugh now, die later,
You's a bitch 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 gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I want your gonorrhea

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

Man, I'm so tired of ballin' I a lot now
I let my goons rush ya Moscow
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 this shit 'cause 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
Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like a band
Got her on her knees the 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 shit the Paul
I'm so ahead of my time like dog years
Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney

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

I am spendin' much more
I'm makin' on these cars and vacations, is that too much information?
I bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racin'
With a windshield 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 magazine stop askin' me
I be the dread, with the tattoo's on his head
And a flag the colour red a fuckin' low battery, okay

peep 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, that shit a calzone, okay

I will your fuckin' collar bone
Us the world, better pick which fuckin' side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady puttin' 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 asshole nigga's, call us
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 call ya
You keep talkin' shit I'ma see ya
Kill ya senorita and and ya mama mia