Luyện nghe bài hát Be Gone

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

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 hell on out the

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

Boy, you ain't fo' sho' she creepin'
she been tellin' me dog, she goin' to meetings
Meeting Kitty wit' her mouth, that's yo' chick 'bout
Man, pass me my asthma pump, put one out

I be likin' when seein' chicks dykin'
Pissin' on each other, mud and fightin'
everywhere, scratchin' and bittin'
Pass me my asthma, again, man, this shit exciting

I be like, let's get jumped like a game of
And I done cheat more than Nelly sold records
E.I, C.I, a chick out
give it to another 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, gone
Why don't cha get the on out the do'

There's a story about a bitch named
A hot girl lived in that alley
She stayed sharp, stayed balance
And a fat pussy down in the Cadi'

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

Kipper, James Peter got a big better
Dick gotta a 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
Shake yo' pussy and shake yo'
Get yo' hat, get yo' coat, it's 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, coat
Why don't cha get the on out the do'?

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

These hoes be pullin' they raw
Baby, and jaw-jackin'
Mami suck like a lowrider
Ooh, wee, stop her

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

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

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'?

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