Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound my mic is right

I-I am not a human, shout to all my men
Yeah, they me Tune, got them bitches tuned in
It's a crazy world so I stay in
And nigga's don't cross the line, nigga's in line

welfare, I'm St. Elsewhere
Hotter a devil, nigga, hell yeah
Roc-a-bye, baby, homicide,
That's more drops, call me cry baby

What you talkin' 'bout? it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to your
I'm the god, swagga un-flawed
Bitch I'm in the buildin', you in the front

Life's a bitch, nah, better yet a dumb
And I bet I can the world and make it come hard
Yeah, you boys is up
And I'm shittin' on 'em two girls and one cup

Weezy a.k.a. "Bring The Money Home"
Pull out a AK and pop ya in ya funny
now, die later, motherfucker
You's a bitch like zeta phi beta

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I want your gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your

Yeah, I it how I see ya
I wish I met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want gonorrhea
ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea

Man, I'm so tired of ballin' I a lot now
I let my goons rush ya like
Gun at ya eyebrow, pow pow
Man, I ball hard even five fouls

Yeah, we in this like tampon's
you in the woods, now get yo' camp on
Choke hold around this 'cause I'm so hands on
I get high as fuck and Polo sheets is I lands on

Back against the and my two feet is what I stand on
Diva in the room, she me just like a band horn
Got her on her knees the knees that she be prayin' on
Now she text her girlfriend with a capital, you can join

Yeah, y'all wanna do? I'm all ears
Smokin' on that head band, call that shit the Pearce
I'm so ahead of my time like dog years
like Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your
Pussy ass nigga, I want your gonorrhea

Yeah, I it how I see ya
W-wish I met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't your gonorrhea
ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea

I am spendin' much more
I'm makin' on these cars and these vacations, is that too information?
I bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racin'
With a full of tickets 'cause I live right by the station

I am to figure out why you so mad at me
Yes, I'm with Young Money, tell that magazine stop me
I be with the dread, with the tattoo's on his
And a flag the colour red a fuckin' low battery, okay

peep the shit I'm wilin' on
I be with baby momma, you be with your child at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two made of Styrofoam
Big cheese, big bread, that shit a calzone, okay

I will break fuckin' collar bone
Us against the world, better pick which side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti he steady puttin' mileage on
And we about to 'em C4, Mr. Carters home

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I never met ya, I wouldn't be ya
We some asshole nigga's, call us
The keep growin' yep, it's growin' like a Chia

Yeah, I it how I see it
Y'all some pussy ass niggas, we should call ya
You keep talkin' that shit see ya
Kill ya and and fuck ya mama mia