Luyện nghe bài hát Bob George

Let me see ya

New coat,
That's
Did you buy it?
Yeah,
You seeing that motherfucker again
You know who I'm about
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 into the of next week
I'm baby, that's the rules

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


Ain't that a
That skinny motherfucker with the high
Please, who do I look like
fool?
Don't you know I kill you now?
You're right.
I gun
You think I
Then what's
Oh, you now
Uh uh!
Yeah, right. It might 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, ain't that a
Oh

Got ya

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

that a bitch?
Bob

(Come out your hands up)
I'll kick ass (This is your 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 motherfuckers alone? {slowed down to about to rpm, says}
wrong with you? {"Operator, what city please?"}
Well, why we just dance?
Why can't we just
No, fuck that, that
I don't about you, I don't talk about you
Wit' yo' little almond-shaped ass
Who the fuck do you this is?
I'll kick ass, twice

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

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

it out

Bob, ain't that a