Luyện nghe bài hát I.B.S.

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

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

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 it, it was embarrassin'
Regurgitatin', green, yellow, burgundy,
But my urgency soon, the emergency room

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

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

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

I'm suicide, do or die, sit and cry
hurt my baby moms askin' if I'm gettin' 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 weight though, everyday pounds and muscles
Gotta get off my ass, hit towns and hustle
Bein' sick, huh, it get you know
I was too sick to do shows, but still equipped to 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 I had it mapped
Weight started to gain again, it was just a game my
mane I pained again

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

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

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

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

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

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