Luyện nghe bài hát Gonorrhea

i am not a human, to all my moon men
Yeah call me toon. i got these bitches tuned in
a crazy world, so i stay in line nd niggas dont cross the line
Nigga stay in line, like welfare, im saint else
Hotter then a devil, hell yeah
Rock a by baby, baby
Thats more drops call me cry baby
you talking bout, tell it to my 9's
Cut yah tongue out mail it to yah
im the young god, swagga
Bitch im in the building you in the yard
Lifes a nah betta yet a dumb broad
nd i bet i culd fuck the world nd it CUM hard
Yeah, yuh is washed up
nd im shitting on you like too in 1 cup
Baby A.K.A bring the money homee
Pull out a A-K nd pop yuh in yah funny
Laugh now die later Fucker
Yuh a bitch Zada By Data Mothaa fucker Y E A H

(Chorus) it how i see iit
Wish i neva met yuh i wanna be yah
Pussy ass nigga i dont want yah gonorrhea PA PA PA Pussy ass nigga idont want yah x2

Man I'm so tired of I sleep a lot now
I'll let my goons ya (Russia) like Moscow
gun at ya pow pow
man I ball even with 5 fouls
yeah we in b-tch like tampon's
dump ya in the woods now get ya on
choke hold around this sh-t I'm so hands on
I get high as and Polo sheets is what I land on
against the wall my two feet is what I stand 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 a capital, "You can join"
yeah, what wanna do I'm all ears
smoking on that head band call that Paul Pierce
I'm just so of my time like dog years
bald Solange, India Arie, Britney Spears

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I aaaaaam, spending much more than I'm making on these cars and these
is that too much
I just a Lamborghini, I'm not even into racing
with a DashBoard full of tickets cuz I live by the station
I aaaaam, figure out why you so mad at me
yes I'm Young Money tell the magazine stop asking me
I be with the dread with the tattoo's on his
and a the colour red like a f-cking low battery (ok)
n-gga the sh-t I'm wylin' on
I be with your baby momma, you be with your child at
Big Mo, Big Red, two made of styrofoam
big cheese big bread call that Low calzone
I will break your collar bone
us against the World better pick which you on
Wayne got a Bugatti he steady putting mileage on
and we about to kill em C4 Mr home.

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