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 world so I stay in mine
And nigga's cross the line, nigga's stay in line

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

you talkin' 'bout? Tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, it to your moms
I'm the god, swagga un-flawed
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 world and make it hard
Yeah, you boys is 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
Laugh now, die later,
You's a like zeta 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
Pussy ass nigga, I don't your gonorrhea

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

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

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

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

Yeah, what y'all wanna do? I'm all
Smokin' on that band, call that shit the Paul Pearce
I'm just so ahead of my like dog years
Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't 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
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 your

I am spendin' much than
I'm on these cars and these vacations, is that too much information?
I just bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even racin'
With a windshield full of tickets 'cause I live 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, the tattoo's on his head
And a flag the red like a fuckin' low battery, okay

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

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

Yeah, it how I see ya
I I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
We some asshole nigga's, us diarrhea
The Money keep 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 and and fuck ya mama mia