Luyện nghe bài hát Bob George

Let me see ya

New coat,
nice
Did you buy it?
Yeah,
You seeing rich motherfucker again
You know who I'm talking
That slicked back with all the gold in his mouth
Don't try to play me for yesterday's
Cause slap your ass into the middle of next week
I'm sorry baby, that's the

I pay the rent in raggedy motherfucker
And all you do is suck up food and
Say Oh yeah?
For who can't stand them T.V. dinners
You sure eat enough of them
Who bought you that ring?
Yeah, right.
Since did you have a job?
You seeing that rich motherfucker
What's his Bob?
Bob, ain't a bitch?
he do for a living?
Manage rock


Ain't that a
That skinny motherfucker with the high
Please, who do I like baby?
Yesterday's
Don't you know I will kill you
You're right.
I gun
You think I
Then this?
Oh, you now
Uh uh!
Little? Yeah, right. It be little but it's loud

Yeah, right.
Uh uh!

Now put suitcase down
And go in
And put on wig I bought you
No, no
No, no
The one
Bob, that a bitch?
Oh

Got ya

Hey Bob, if you're out there, let me see you
You you was funky
C'mon,

Ain't that a
Bob

(Come out with your up)
I'll kick your ass (This is your warning)
I won't? (Oh no! The nigger's got a laser)
(Let's get the out of here)

Is Mr. George
Hello, Mr. George? {Note: The pitched voice}
This is your conscience, motherfucker responds to his call, when}
Why don't you leave alone? {slowed down to about to rpm, says}
What's wrong with you? {"Operator, what please?"}
Well, why we just dance?
Why can't we dance?
No, fuck that, fuck
I don't talk about you, I talk about you
Wit' yo' little almond-shaped ass
Who the fuck do you this is?
I'll kick your ass,

Bob, if you're out
Let me see you
You you were funky, c'mon

B-O-B, the shit backwards, what'd it say
motherfuckin' shit

it out

Bob, that a bitch?