Luyện nghe bài hát Bob George

Let me see ya

New coat,
That's
Did you buy it?
Yeah,
You seeing rich motherfucker again
You know who I'm about
That slicked back paddy with all the in his mouth
Don't try to play me for fool
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 food and
Say what? Oh
For someone who can't them T.V. dinners
You sure eat of them motherfuckers
Who bought you that diamond
Yeah, right.
when did you have a job?
You seeing rich motherfucker again
his name? Bob?
Bob, ain't a bitch?
What's he do for a
Manage stars?


Ain't that a
That motherfucker with the high voice?
Please, who do I look like
Yesterday's
Don't you know I kill you now?
fuckin' 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 that wig I you
No, no
No, no
The one
Bob, ain't a bitch?
Oh

Got ya

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

Ain't that a
Bob

(Come out your hands up)
I'll your 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. George
Hello, Mr. {Note: The high pitched voice}
is your conscience, motherfucker {that responds to his call, when}
Why don't you leave motherfuckers alone? {slowed down to about to rpm,
wrong with you? {"Operator, what city please?"}
Well, why can't we dance?
Why we just dance?
No, fuck that, that
I don't about you, I don't talk about you
Wit' yo' little head ass
Who the fuck do you think is?
I'll kick your ass,

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 motherfuckin'

it out

Bob, that a bitch?