Luyện nghe bài hát Be Gone

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

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

Boy, you ain't know fo' sho' she
While she 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

Sometimes I be likin' when seein' dykin'
Pissin' on other, mud wrestling and fightin'
Hair everywhere, and bittin'
Pass me my asthma, pump again, man, this exciting

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

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'

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

of the seat or back of the palace
I'm a hot boy, it really don't
My brother, K.C. plays them
That'll jump off, hit a stepper,

Michael Kipper, James got a big better
Dick a bitch in Miami, a dick-sweater
Delores 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, time to ride
girl lookin' at me like she surprise?

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

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

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

hoes be pullin' they raw tactics
Baby, makin' and
Mami suck dick like a
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, huh? Got me, me

She movin' a nigga hittin' switches
But I bet I'd hit old shitty
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 cha get the hell on out the do'?

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