Luyện nghe bài hát Be Gone

Bag gone, hat gone, coat
Why don't cha get the on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, coat
Why cha get the hell on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, coat
Why cha get the hell on out the do'?

He told me number was cheap
Wit' a chick, wit' a stick, yeah, them girls be
Checkin' in every other weekend
Say brah, I can't lil' one eatin'

Boy, you ain't know fo' sho' she
While she been tellin' me dog, she goin' to
Kitty wit' her mouth, that's what yo' chick 'bout
Man, pass me my pump, put lil' one out

Sometimes I be likin' when seein' dykin'
Pissin' on other, mud wrestling and fightin'
everywhere, scratchin' and bittin'
Pass me my asthma, pump again, man, this shit

I be like, let's get jumped like a game of
And I done cheat more chicks than sold records
E.I, C.I, a chick out
Then it to another chick and leave it up in her mouth

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why cha get the hell on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, coat
Why cha get the hell on out the do'

a story about a bitch named Sally
A hot girl lived in that rat-hoe
She stayed sharp, rockin' balance
And a fat pussy laid in the Cadi'

Back of the or back of the palace
I'm a hot boy, it don't matter
My brother, K.C. plays tellers
jump off, hit a stepper, whatever

Michael Kipper, James got a big better
Dick gotta a in Miami, a dick-sweater
Like Delores from A.T.L, 'The Freak of the
She did me, Slim, Joe and

I don't care, bitch, ride
Shake yo' and shake yo' thigh
Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, it's time to
girl lookin' at me like she surprise?

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why don't cha get the on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the

Let me tell you about another one of my
I caught the ignorant pokin' holes in rubbers
'bout she late, sorry no wait
Girl, you fucked me, Tyson and O.J

These hoes be they raw tactics
Baby, makin' and
Mami dick like a lowrider
Ooh, wee, don't her

Thinkin' that I'ma claim baby
you coo-coo, stupid, dumb and crazy
His eyes green and his wavy
Thought you had me, Got me, playin' me

She movin' like a hittin' switches
But I bet I'd hit old shitty
She a popper, H.G.,
She from Uptown, baby girl, knock her

Bag gone, hat gone, coat
Why don't cha get the hell on out the

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why cha get the hell on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the
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