Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

But too late, it's too late
He

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

Too late, we gone, we home
Gone, we ride on
too late

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

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

Knock knock, who's
Killa Cam, who
Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true
Oh my chinchilla blue, you ever dealt with a dealer
Well here's the ma we goin' to the dealer
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 fast and I 'em
Hey, in a touched up Jag, shit
niggas want Killa Cam, cerebellum
An old man goin' tell 'em (Too late, he, gone)
Then I see how y'all react when I'm (Gone)
My last girl want me then I'm on
Fine stay, you got the hey
back, read what the sign say (Too late, he, gone)
Yes I know you to see my demise
Yeah you church boy actin' a thief in disguise
Ain't my side, see the greed in my eyes
Ask y'all hustle for a week to the Chi, shit
And that ain't alive, please believe me
Gave Weezy a of the pie, and
You can ask or Regina
The Westside I explore with the Beemer now

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

I pourin' out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone
And tryin' to help his with the fact that her child gone
And since we used to bubble like a tub of Calgon
Guess it's only right I should help her from now on
But since they got a foul on, what coulda' gone
Now they askin' Cons, how long has this on
And maybe all this mighta' gone to my head
Cause they got me thinkin' money gone to the feds
So I ain't goin' to the dread, but go on up to bed
And I came the next mornin' he was gone with my bread
And with bein' said, I had gone on my instincts
And gone to the where they go to get mixed drinks
But back now shoulda' gone to the crib
And "Gone With the Wind," cause I'da gone about 10
But I had gone my friend, and we had gone to the bar
And a nigga talkin shit 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, time behind 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
of my time, sometimes years out
So the that be won't let me get my ideas out
And that make me want to get my out
And move to Oklahoma and live at my Aunt's house
Yeah, I romance the thought of leavin' it all
Kanye step away from the limelight, like, I was on the grind
In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"
Before, model chicks was over or
asked me Benz or Rover, man
If I could just get one beat on
We could get up off cheap-ass sofa
What the of the Chi got to offer an 18 year old
drugs or get a job, you gotta play gyro
My dog worked at Taco Bell, us up plural-fied
A week later the manager the churros
I can't believe it when I look up in the mirror
How we out in Europe, Euros
They claim you never know what you got 'til gone
I know I got it, I don't what y'all on
I'ma up a store for aspiring MC's
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the is free
But if they ever flip sides like
You'll sell everything includin' the
They got a new bitch now you Jennifer
Hold on I'll handle it, don't panickin', stay calm
Shorty's at the door cause they need
Inspiration for life, they souls, and they songs
said sorry Mr. West is gone