Luyện nghe bài hát I.B.S.

Lemme tell a 'lil story about myself
This here is a true story, check it out though

Ulcers hurt my salary, alter my
it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy
You my attitude, arrogant, cocky rude
Eatin' off food, used to be a stocky dude

two twenty, wit two honies, I move monie
It's true dummy, dunny need a new
I berserk, it was no fun to work
Everyday my stomach hurt, rippin' off my

The pain was no comparison, stomach started
Throwin' up in public, yo fuck it, it was
Regurgitatin', green, yellow, burgundy,
But came my urgency soon, the room

In there, no salvage, treated a cold savage
They said pimpin' symptoms, huh, a addicts
There you have it, but they ain't find no
Coke, crack, dope, weed, but that's my medicine

My baby mama, mama and my
Say that I'm too gordy, word to my maurys
This is a true
I got stomach pain, matter sun or rain
Thought it went away, uh oh, here it come again

Never mind stuntin', dime puffin, doc spent his frontin'
He like a bad detective, he ain't find
Besides that though, I can't a movie, dinner
My son up, I'm lookin' like the movie thinner

I'm suicide, do or die, sit and cry
What hurt my baby moms askin' if I'm high
She play me a thug, I told the lady I love
If it ain't hustlin' ma, please don't me to drugs

I'm loosin' weight though, pounds and muscles
Gotta get off my ass, hit some and hustle
sick, huh, it get sickenin' you know
I was too sick to do shows, but equipped to move O's

You my attitude, get it how I get it
If I can shoot, I around, I'm off my pivot
And oops, I thought I had it
Weight started to gain again, it was a game my friend
mane I pained again

My mama, mama and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy, word to my blue
This is a story
I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or
Thought that it away, uh, oh, here it come again

Ay, yo, god body, I'm hard bodied, word mommy,
go low, the male clinic, Minnesota
I couldn't get cake, a rock in a place
For me, that's a odd place, I'm only by God's grace

Like a lab rat, them dishonor Cam
Ultrasound, MIR, CAT scan,
Laparoscopy, inoscopy, I be

The prognosis, diagnosed, IBS
And that's irritable bowel child, I hadda spit it
Kick to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I on y'all
Get it, get it, get it, get it?

My mama, mama and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy, to my blue maurys
This is a story
I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or
Thought that it went away, uh oh, it come again

My baby mama, and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy, word to my maurys
This is a true
I got stomach pain, matter sun or rain
Thought it went away, uh oh, here it come again