Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

Sound my mic is right

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I am tryin' to 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 flag the red like a fuckin' low battery, okay

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

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

Yeah, it how I see ya
I wish I met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
We some asshole nigga's, call us
The Money 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' shit I'ma see ya
ya senorita and and fuck ya mama mia