Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

But it's too late, it's too
He

You her, and I ain't talkin' 'bout a Coogi
You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout J
See me at the airport, at 20 Louis
me like the Prince and this my sweet brother Numpsay
Brother Numpsay! Groupies sound too
Take 'em to the show and talk all 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
too late

Y'all don't no prob from me
What you could get is a job from me
Maybe you could be my intern, and in
show you how I cook up summer, in the winter
Aaron love the raw dog, will he learn
Caught somethin' on the Usher he had to "Let it Burn"
he already got three chil'run
Arguin' over like, "Bitch, it's yo' turn!"
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to you
Even your superficial is super official
pastel with Gucci on
With TV's in the ride, a movie on
Said he couldn't rap now he at the top doobie long
the dookie's on any song that they threw me on, gone

We home, gone
I on chrome
We home, gone
Killa, I on chrome

knock, who's there
Killa Cam, who
Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true
Oh my chinchilla blue, you ever dealt with a dealer
here's the deal ma we goin' to the dealer
No concealin', no ceiling I don't a roof
Act up, get out, I don't you poof
Poof, be gone, damn tough dag
Dag, still doin' puff puff pass
Pull the truck up fast and I '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 y'all gonna when I'm (Gone)
My last girl want me back 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' like a thief in
Ain't leavin' my side, see the in my eyes
Ask Abby y'all hustle for a to the Chi, shit
And that leavin' alive, please believe me
Gave a piece of the pie, and
You can ask George or
The whole I explore with the Beemer now

We strivin' home, I on chrome
Listen move on
That's your best bet, why's

I been pourin' out some liquor for the fact that my gone
And tryin' to help his momma with the that her child gone
And since we used to like a tub full of Calgon
Guess it's only right that I help her from now on
But since they got a foul on, what coulda' wrong
Now they Cons, how long has this gone on
And all this money mighta' gone to my head
Cause they got me thinkin' mighta' gone to the feds
So I ain't goin' to the dread, but go on up to bed
And when I came the next mornin' he was 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' back now shoulda' to the crib
And rented "Gone the Wind," cause I'da gone about 10
But I had with my friend, and we had gone to the bar
And heard a nigga talkin so I had gone to the car
And now the is tellin' me that I had gone too far
And now we gone for 20 years, doin' time bars
And since I gone to a cell for petty crimes
I guess I gone to the well one too 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 that make me want to get my out
And move to Oklahoma and just live at my house
Yeah, I romance the of leavin' it all behind
Kanye away from the limelight, like, when I was on the grind
In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"
Before, model chicks was bendin' or
Dealerships me Benz or Rover, man
If I could just get one on Hova
We get up off this cheap-ass sofa
What the summer of the Chi got to offer an 18 old
Sell or get a job, you gotta play gyro
My dog at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural-fied
A later the manager count the churros
Sometimes I can't believe it I look up in the mirror
How we out in Europe, Euros
claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone
I know I got it, I don't know y'all on
I'ma open up a for aspiring MC's
sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever sides like Anakin
You'll everything includin' the mannequin
They got a new bitch now you Aniston
on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm
Shorty's at the door cause they need
for they life, they souls, and they songs
They sorry Mr. West is gone