Luyện nghe bài hát Bob George

Let me see ya

New coat,
That's
Did you buy it?
Yeah,
You seeing that rich motherfucker
You know who I'm about
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, the rules

I pay the rent in raggedy motherfucker
And all you do is up food and heat
Say what? Oh
For who can't stand them T.V. dinners
You sure eat of them motherfuckers
Who bought you diamond ring?
Yeah, right.
Since when did you have a
You seeing rich motherfucker again
What's his Bob?
Bob, ain't that a
What's he do for a
rock stars?


Ain't that a
skinny motherfucker with the high voice?
Please, who do I like baby?
fool?
Don't you know I will you now?
fuckin' right.
I gun
You think I
Then what's
Oh, you now
Uh uh!
Little? Yeah, right. It might be but it's loud

Yeah, right.
Uh uh!

Now put suitcase down
And go in
And put on that wig I you
No, no
No, no
The one
Bob, ain't that a
Oh

Got ya

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

Ain't that a
Bob

(Come out with hands up)
kick your ass (This is your last warning)
Think I (Oh no! The nigger's got a laser)
(Let's get the out of here)

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

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

B-O-B, spell the shit backwards, it say
Same motherfuckin'

it out

Bob, ain't that a