Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

But it's too late, too late
He

You sweat her, and I talkin' 'bout a Coogi
You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout J
See me at the airport, at least 20
Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet Numpsay
Brother Numpsay! sound too choosy
Take 'em to the show and all through the movies
Says she want diamonds, I her to Ruby Tuesdays
If we up in Friday's, I have it my way

Too late, we gone, we strivin'
Gone, we ride on
It's too

Y'all want no prob from me
you rappers could get is a job from me
Maybe you be my intern, and in turn
show you how I cook up summer, in the winter
Aaron love the raw dog, when he learn
Caught on the Usher tour he had to "Let it Burn"
Plus he already got three
Arguin' over babysitters like, "Bitch, yo' turn!"
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to you
your superficial raps is super official
Are-are-are-Roc pastel Gucci on
With TV's in the ride, throw a on
Said he couldn't rap now he at the top with doobie
Cause the dookie's on any that they threw me on, gone

We strivin home,
I ride on
We strivin' home,
Killa, I on chrome

knock, who's there
Killa Cam, who
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, true
Oh my blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer
Well here's the deal ma we goin' to the
No concealin', no I don't need a roof
Act up, get out, I don't you poof
Poof, be gone, tough luck dag
Dag, niggas still puff puff pass
Pull the truck up and I tell 'em
Hey, in a touched up Jag, shit
niggas want Killa Cam, cerebellum
An old man just goin' 'em (Too late, he, gone)
Then I see how gonna react when I'm (Gone)
My girl want me back then I'm on
stay, you got the grind hey
Came back, what the sign say (Too late, he, gone)
Yes I you want to see my demise
Yeah you church boy actin' a thief in disguise
Ain't my side, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby y'all hustle for a week to the Chi,
And ain't leavin' alive, please believe me
Weezy a piece of the pie, and
You can ask George or
The whole Westside I with the Beemer now

We strivin' home, I ride on
Listen homeboy on
That's your best bet, that

I been pourin' out some for the fact that my pal's gone
And tryin' to help his momma with the fact that her gone
And since we used to bubble a tub full of Calgon
Guess only right that I should help her from now on
But since they got a foul on, coulda' gone wrong
Now they Cons, how long has this gone on
And all this money mighta' gone to my head
Cause they got me thinkin' money mighta' to the feds
So I goin' to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed
And when I the next mornin' he was gone with my bread
And with that bein' said, I had on my instincts
And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed
But lookin' now shoulda' gone to the crib
And rented "Gone With the Wind," cause I'da gone 10
But I had gone my friend, and we had gone to the bar
And heard a nigga talkin shit so I had to the car
And now the is tellin' me that I had gone too far
And now we for 20 years, doin' time behind bars
And I gone to a cell for some petty crimes
I guess I to the well one too many times, cause I'm gone

I'm
Ahead of my time, sometimes out
So the powers be won't let me get my ideas out
And make me want to get my advance out
And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt's
Yeah, I romance the thought of it all behind
Kanye step from the limelight, like, when I was on the grind
In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"
Before, model chicks was over or
Dealerships me Benz or Rover, man
If I could get one beat on Hova
We could get up off this sofa
What the summer of the Chi got to an 18 year old
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta gyro
My dog at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural-fied
A week later the manager count the
Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the
How we out in Europe, spendin'
They claim you never know you got 'til it's gone
I know I got it, I don't know what on
I'ma open up a store for aspiring
sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever flip sides like
sell everything includin' the mannequin
They got a new bitch now you Jennifer
on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm
Shorty's at the door they need more
for they life, they souls, and they songs
They said Mr. West is gone