Luyện nghe bài hát I.B.S.

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

hurt my salary, alter my personality
Give it to you real, I can't feed my culture no
You know my attitude, arrogant, cocky
Eatin' off papi food, to be a stocky dude

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

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

In there, no salvage, treated like a savage
They said pimpin' symptoms, huh, a addicts
There you have it, but they find no heroin
Coke, crack, dope, weed, but that's my medicine

My mama, mama and my grandma
Say I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys
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 his time frontin'
He a bad detective, he ain't find nuttin'
Besides that though, I can't enjoy a movie,
My son growin' up, I'm lookin' like the thinner

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

I'm loosin' weight though, everyday pounds and
get off my ass, hit some towns and hustle
Bein' sick, huh, it get 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 turn around, I'm off my
And oops, I thought I had it
Weight to gain again, it was just a game my friend
Dame mane I again

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

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

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 blue
This is a story
I got stomach pain, matter sun or rain
Thought that it away, uh oh, here it come again

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