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 them tuned in
It's a crazy world so I in mine
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 drops, call me cry baby

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

Life's a bitch, nah, better yet a dumb
And I bet I can fuck the world and it come hard
Yeah, you boys is 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 bone
Laugh now, die later,
You's a bitch like zeta phi beta

Yeah, it how I see ya
I 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

Yeah, I it how I see ya
I 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 your

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 hard even with five fouls

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

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

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

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

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

I am spendin' much more
I'm makin' on these cars and vacations, is that too much information?
I just 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 Young Money, tell that magazine stop askin' 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 your baby momma, you be your child at home
Big Mo, Big Red, two cups made of
Big cheese, big bread, call that shit a calzone,

I break your fuckin' collar bone
Us the world, better pick which fuckin' side you on
Wayne got a Bugatti that he steady 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, us diarrhea
The Money keep growin' yep, it's growin' like a

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