Luyện nghe bài hát I.B.S.

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

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 food, used to be a stocky dude

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

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

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

My baby 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 away, uh oh, here it come again

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

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

I'm weight though, everyday pounds and muscles
Gotta get off my ass, hit some and hustle
Bein' sick, huh, it get you know
I was too sick to do shows, but still 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 I had it mapped
Weight started to 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 story
I got stomach pain, don't matter sun or
Thought it went away, uh, oh, here it come again

Ay, yo, god body, I'm bodied, word mommy, vanishin'
Hadda go low, the male clinic,
I get cake, a rock in a hard place
For me, that's a odd place, I'm only here by God's

a lab rat, them 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
to y'all, so it ain't my fault if I shit on y'all
Get it, get it, get it, get it?

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

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