Luyện nghe bài hát Bags Packed

Yeah it
This another one of those ak shits
This right here's about a
Who wanna in your house for free, without a j.o.b.
it

I got your packed, you gotta leave, see-ya
I got your packed, you gotta leave, see-ya
I got your bags packed, I got bags packed
You gotta leave you gotta leave you leave yo

make your head bloody red if you don't get out
And if you scream and shout, I'll put the bandages on your
No livin for on my couch
And yo I ain't operatin, no type of covenant
You get no here, my name ain't wel-fare
Uh uh dear, take that bullshit
Your ass gotta go if you got dough
Call me you want, woman, because you're just another hoe
I know you'd make a good mother miss
But I don't got no time to be with no broke bitch
at the mouth, get you kicked out, without no whereabouts
The loveboat up and ship out
And take everything you came with when you was
This ain't a world tour, no more to this apartment
I want ass to be ghost
And now, all of a sudden you get close, huh

I got your bags packed, you leave, see-ya
I got your bags packed, you gotta leave,
I got your packed, I got your bags packed
You gotta you gotta leave you gotta leave check it

Umm, get clothes, use common sense
I sell pantyhose, I don't got time for non +nonsense+
Kindly pack up shit
you're not down with the olympics, so don't try to flip!
I'll reach for the glock, aim for snotbox
The hear the shots, the neighbor call the cops
But I won't do a upstate
I perform that old mike tyson play and cry out rape
you burst, gimme my keys, stop pleadin for please
This ain't church, get off your knees
I'm not lookin for no blow job, you get a real job
So we can some dough hobbes
I won't front, I used to love it when we'd
not my stunt, tomorrow's the first of the month
You don't half the rent, I'm knockin cuttin nose flat
Girlfriend I got your bags

Huh, I got your packed
You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got bags packed, see-ya
I got bags packed
You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got your bags

I got your packed
You gotta you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, see-ya
I got your bags
You gotta you gotta leave you gotta leave, check it

Umm, wipe up them cryin
like an automatic car, you don't got no gear
Get ready to put an end to that book
Throw out them jordache jeans, cause it wasn't
To givin you the look, that you've searchin for
And plus I heard you're not with, up shit
At no store -- it just makes your furious
As if you got shot in the butt cause now dead-ass serious
know what to do, nowhere to go
But no over here, cause this ain't, the welcome back kotter show
all the nights you spent
Cause ain't goin on, but my rent, huh
Shit, you better take a good
At the road cause that's you're to hit
And it ain't no comin
Girlfriend, I got your bags

Huh, I got your packed
You gotta leave you leave, I got your bags packed, see-ya
I got your packed
You leave you gotta leave, I got your bags packed, see-ya

I got your packed
You gotta leave you gotta leave, I got bags packed, see-ya
I got your bags
You gotta you gotta leave I gotta go, check it

Aiyyo I'm not "the one"
I said my man serge not "the one"
And my man named ant not "the one"
And my man earl is sho' not "the one"
Aiyyo aiyyo girlfriend we not "the one"
My man p, he's not "the one"
And you how it goes.. "the one"
"the one" ..