Luyện nghe bài hát Be Gone

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'?

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

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

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

Sometimes I be likin' when seein' dykin'
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 like a game of
And I done more chicks than Nelly sold records
E.I, C.I, turn a out
Then give it to another chick and leave it up in 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'

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

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

Michael Kipper, James Peter got a big
Dick gotta a bitch in Miami, a
Like Delores from A.T.L, 'The Freak of the
She did me, Slim, Joe and

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

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 hell on out the

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

These hoes be pullin' they raw
Baby, makin' and
Mami suck like a lowrider
Ooh, wee, don't her

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

She movin' like a nigga hittin'
But I bet I'd hit old shitty
She a popper, H.G.,
She from Uptown, girl, don't knock her

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