Luyện nghe bài hát I.B.S.

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

Ulcers my salary, alter my personality
it to you real, I can't feed my culture no fallacy
You know my attitude, arrogant, cocky
Eatin' off papi food, used to be a 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
my stomach hurt, rippin' off my undershirt

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

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

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

Never mind stuntin', dime puffin, doc his time frontin'
He like a bad detective, he find nuttin'
Besides that though, I enjoy a movie, dinner
My son growin' up, I'm lookin' like the thinner

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

I'm weight though, everyday pounds and muscles
get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle
Bein' sick, huh, it get sickenin' you
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 again, it was just a game my friend
Dame mane I again

My baby mama, and my grandma
Say that I'm too gordy, word to my maurys
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 bodied, word mommy, vanishin'
go low, the male clinic, Minnesota
I get cake, a rock in a hard place
For me, that's a odd place, I'm here by God's grace

Like a lab rat, them tests 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 shit on
Get it, get it, get it, get it?

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

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