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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm loosin' though, everyday pounds and muscles
Gotta get off my ass, hit towns and hustle
Bein' sick, huh, it get sickenin' you
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 turn around, I'm off my
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 I'm too gordy, word to my blue maurys
This is a story
I got stomach pain, don't sun or rain
Thought that it went away, uh, oh, it come again

Ay, yo, god body, I'm bodied, word mommy, vanishin'
go low, the male clinic, Minnesota
I couldn't get cake, a in a hard place
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 child, I hadda spit it y'all
Kick to y'all, so it ain't my if I shit on y'all
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 matter sun or
Thought it went away, uh oh, here it come again

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