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 on out the do'?

Bag gone, hat gone, gone
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 picture lil' one

Boy, you know fo' sho' she creepin'
While she been tellin' me dog, she to meetings
Kitty wit' her mouth, that's what yo' chick 'bout
Man, pass me my asthma pump, put one out

Sometimes I be likin' when 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, get jumped like a game of checkers
And I done cheat more chicks than 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, gone
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 named
A hot girl lived in rat-hoe alley
She stayed sharp, stayed rockin'
And a fat pussy down in the Cadi'

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

Michael Kipper, James got a big better
gotta a bitch in Miami, a dick-sweater
Like Delores from A.T.L, Freak of the Week'
She did me, Slim, Joe and

I care, bitch, just ride
Shake yo' pussy and shake yo'
Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, time to ride
Baby girl lookin' at me she surprise?

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 on out the do'?

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

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

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

She movin' like a nigga hittin'
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 on out the do'?

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 on out the do'?
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