Luyện nghe bài hát Be Gone

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

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'?

He told me three was cheap
Wit' a chick, a stick, yeah, them girls be freakin'
Checkin' in motels other weekend
Say brah, I can't picture lil' one

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
Hair everywhere, and bittin'
Pass me my asthma, pump again, man, this shit

I be like, let's get jumped a game of checkers
And I done cheat chicks than Nelly 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, coat
Why don't cha get the hell on out the

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

There's a story about a named Sally
A hot lived in that rat-hoe alley
She stayed sharp, stayed rockin'
And a fat pussy down in the Cadi'

Back of the or back of the palace
I'm a hot boy, it really matter
My brother, K.C. them tellers
That'll off, hit a stepper, whatever

Michael Kipper, Peter got a big better
Dick gotta a in Miami, a dick-sweater
Like Delores from A.T.L, Freak of the Week'
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 to ride
Baby lookin' at me like she surprise?

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

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

These hoes be pullin' raw tactics
Baby, and jaw-jackin'
Mami suck dick a lowrider
Ooh, wee, stop her

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

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

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

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