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
a crazy world so I stay in mine
And nigga's don't the line, nigga's stay in line

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

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

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

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

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

Yeah, I it how I see ya
I I never met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
Pussy ass nigga, I don't your gonorrhea
ass nigga, I don't 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 five fouls

Yeah, we in this bitch 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 and Polo sheets is what I lands on

Back against the wall and my two 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, what y'all do? I'm all ears
Smokin' on that head band, call that the Paul Pearce
I'm just so of my time like dog years
Ball like Solange, India Arie, Britney

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 don't 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 your gonorrhea
P-p-pussy ass nigga, I don't want gonorrhea

I am much more than
I'm makin' on cars and these vacations, is that too much 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 tryin' to out why you so mad at me
Yes, I'm with Young Money, tell magazine stop askin' me
I be with the dread, with the on his head
And a flag the colour red a fuckin' low battery, okay

Nigga the shit I'm wilin' on
I be with your 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 break fuckin' collar bone
Us against the world, better pick 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 met ya, I wouldn't wanna be ya
We asshole nigga's, call us diarrhea
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 ya gonorrhea
You keep talkin' shit I'ma see ya
Kill ya senorita and and fuck ya mia