Luyện nghe bài hát Be Gone

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

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 on out the do'?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Michael Kipper, Peter got a big better
Dick a bitch 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
Shake yo' pussy and shake yo'
Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, time to ride
Baby lookin' at me like she surprise?

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
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'?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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