Luyện nghe bài hát Be Gone

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

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

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

He told me number three was
Wit' a chick, wit' a stick, yeah, them girls be
Checkin' in motels other weekend
Say brah, I picture lil' one eatin'

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michael Kipper, James Peter got a big
gotta a bitch 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
yo' pussy and shake yo' thigh
Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, it's time to
Baby girl lookin' at me like she

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

These hoes be pullin' they raw
Baby, makin' and
Mami dick like a lowrider
Ooh, wee, stop her

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

She movin' a nigga hittin' switches
But I bet I'd hit that old
She a popper, H.G.,
She from Uptown, girl, don't knock her

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