Luyện nghe bài hát Be Gone

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 on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
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 motels every weekend
Say brah, I picture lil' one eatin'

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

Sometimes I be when seein' chicks dykin'
on each other, mud wrestling and fightin'
Hair everywhere, 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 more chicks than Nelly sold records
E.I, C.I, turn a out
give 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 don't cha get the on out the do'

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

Back of the seat or of the palace
I'm a hot boy, it really 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 from A.T.L, 'The 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 time to
Baby girl at me like she surprise?

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'?

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

These be pullin' they raw tactics
Baby, and jaw-jackin'
Mami suck dick like a
Ooh, wee, don't her

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

She movin' a nigga hittin' 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, coat
Why don't cha get the hell on out the

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

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