Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound like my mic is

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

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

What you talkin' 'bout? it to my nine
Cut tongue 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, yet a dumb broad
And I bet I can fuck the world and make it come
Yeah, you is washed up
And I'm on 'em like 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 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 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 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 Moscow
Gun at ya eyebrow, pow pow
Man, I ball even with five fouls

Yeah, we in this like tampon's
Dump you in the woods, now get yo' on
Choke around 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 just a band horn
Got her on her the same 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
Smokin' on that band, call that shit the Paul Pearce
I'm just so ahead of my time dog years
Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney

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

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

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

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

I will break your fuckin' collar
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. Carters

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

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