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 don't cha get the hell on out the

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

He told me number three was
a chick, wit' a stick, yeah, them girls be freakin'
Checkin' in motels other weekend
Say brah, I can't 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, what yo' chick 'bout
Man, pass me my pump, put lil' one out

I be likin' when seein' chicks 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 a game of checkers
And I done more chicks than Nelly sold records
E.I, C.I, a chick out
Then give it to 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, gone
Why don't cha get the on out the do'

There's a story about a bitch Sally
A hot lived in that rat-hoe alley
She stayed sharp, rockin' 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. plays them
That'll 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, just
Shake yo' pussy and yo' thigh
Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, time to ride
Baby lookin' at me like she surprise?

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

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

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

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

that I'ma claim that baby
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 nigga switches
But I bet I'd hit old shitty
She a popper, H.G.,
She from Uptown, baby girl, don't 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'?

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