Luyện nghe bài hát Be Gone

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'?

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

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

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

Sometimes I be likin' when seein' chicks
Pissin' on each other, mud wrestling and
Hair everywhere, scratchin' and
me my asthma, pump again, man, this shit exciting

I be like, let's get jumped a game of checkers
And I done cheat more 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 don't cha get the hell on out the

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

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

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

Michael Kipper, James Peter got a big
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 don't care, bitch, ride
Shake yo' pussy and yo' thigh
Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, it's time to
Baby girl lookin' at me like she

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'?

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

hoes be pullin' they raw tactics
Baby, makin' and
Mami suck 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 wavy
Thought you had me, Got me, playin' me

She like a nigga 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, 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
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