Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound my mic is right

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

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

What you 'bout? Tell it to my nine
Cut your tongue out, mail it to moms
I'm the young god, swagga
I'm in the buildin', you in the front yard

Life's a bitch, nah, better yet a broad
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 motherfucker

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, what wanna do? I'm all ears
on that head band, call that shit the Paul Pearce
I'm just so of my time like dog years
Ball like Solange, Arie, Britney Spears

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

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

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

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

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

I will break fuckin' collar bone
Us against the world, pick which fuckin' side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he 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 wanna be ya
We some asshole nigga's, call us
The Money keep growin' yep, it's growin' a Chia

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