Luyện nghe bài hát Be Gone

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 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
Wit' a chick, wit' a stick, yeah, girls be freakin'
Checkin' in motels every weekend
Say brah, I can't lil' one eatin'

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, 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
Pass me my asthma, again, man, this shit exciting

I be like, let's get jumped like a of checkers
And I done cheat more chicks than Nelly sold
E.I, C.I, turn a out
give it to another chick 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 cha get the hell on out the do'

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

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

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

I don't care, bitch, just
yo' pussy and shake yo' thigh
Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, time to ride
Baby lookin' at me like she surprise?

Bag gone, hat gone, coat
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 another one of my lovers
I caught the ignorant chick holes in rubbers
Talkin' 'bout she late, no wait
Girl, you fucked me, Mike and O.J

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

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

She movin' a nigga hittin' switches
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, gone
Why don't cha get the hell on out the

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