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 don't cha get the on out the do'?

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

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

Boy, you ain't know fo' she creepin'
While she tellin' me dog, she goin' to meetings
Meeting wit' her mouth, that's what yo' chick 'bout
Man, pass me my asthma pump, put 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 cheat more chicks Nelly sold records
E.I, C.I, turn a out
Then give it to 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 lived in rat-hoe alley
She stayed sharp, stayed rockin'
And a fat pussy laid in the Cadi'

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

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

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

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 hell on out the

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

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

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

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

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'?
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