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 world so I stay in mine
And nigga's don't cross the line, nigga's stay in

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

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

Life's a bitch, nah, yet a dumb broad
And I bet I can fuck the world and it come hard
Yeah, you boys is up
And I'm on 'em like two girls and one cup

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

Yeah, it how I see ya
I I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want gonorrhea
ass nigga, I don't want 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
ass nigga, I don't 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 hard even with five fouls

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't be ya
We asshole nigga's, call us diarrhea
The keep growin' yep, it's growin' like a Chia

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