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
slicked back paddy with all the gold in his mouth
Don't try to play me for yesterday's
Cause I'll slap your ass the middle of next week
I'm baby, that's the rules

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


Ain't a bitch?
That skinny with the high voice?
Please, who do I like baby?
fool?
Don't you know I kill you now?
You're right.
I gun
You I don't?
what's this?
Oh, you now
Uh uh!
Little? Yeah, right. It might be but it's loud

Yeah, right.
Uh uh!

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

Got ya

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

that a bitch?
Bob

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

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

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

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

it out

Bob, ain't a bitch?