Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound my mic is right

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

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

What you talkin' 'bout? 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, better yet a dumb
And I bet I can fuck the and make it come hard
Yeah, you boys is up
And I'm on 'em like two girls and one cup

Weezy Baby a.k.a. "Bring The Home"
Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya bone
Laugh now, die later,
You's a bitch like zeta phi beta

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
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 rush ya like
Gun at ya eyebrow, pow pow
Man, I ball hard even five fouls

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

against the wall and my two feet is what I stand on
Diva in the room, she blowin' me just like a horn
Got her on her knees the 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
on that head band, call that shit the Paul Pearce
I'm just so ahead of my time like dog
Ball Solange, India Arie, Britney 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
ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea

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

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

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

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

I break your fuckin' collar bone
Us against the world, better pick which fuckin' you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he 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, call us
The Money keep growin' yep, it's growin' a Chia

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