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 them tuned in
It's a crazy so I stay in mine
And don't cross the line, nigga's stay in line

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

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

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

Baby 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 wouldn't be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want gonorrhea
Pussy ass nigga, I 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 want your
ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea

Man, I'm so of ballin' I sleep a lot now
I let my goons ya like Moscow
Gun at ya eyebrow, pow pow
Man, I ball even with five 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 I lands on

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

Yeah, what wanna do? I'm all ears
Smokin' on that head band, call that the Paul Pearce
I'm just so ahead of my like dog years
Ball like Solange, 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 never met ya, I wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't want your
ass nigga, I don't want your gonorrhea

I am much more than
I'm makin' on these cars and these vacations, is too much information?
I bought a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racin'
a windshield 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 the dread, with the tattoo's on his head
And a flag the red like a fuckin' low battery, okay

Nigga peep the 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, call shit a calzone, okay

I will your 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 I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
We some asshole nigga's, call us
The Money keep growin' yep, it's growin' like a

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