Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

But too late, it's too late
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You sweat her, and I talkin' 'bout a Coogi
You a big L, and I talkin 'bout Cool J
See me at the airport, at least 20
Treat me like the Prince and this my sweet brother
Brother Numpsay! Groupies sound too
Take 'em to the show and all through the movies
Says she diamonds, I took her to Ruby Tuesdays
If we up in Friday's, I still it my way

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

Y'all want 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
somethin' on the Usher tour he had to "Let it Burn"
Plus he already got three
Arguin' babysitters like, "Bitch, it's yo' turn!"
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to you
Even your superficial is super official
Are-are-are-Roc pastel with on
TV's in the ride, throw a movie on
Said he couldn't rap now he at the top with doobie
Cause the dookie's on any song they threw me on, gone

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

Knock knock, there
Killa Cam, who
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla
Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever 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, damn luck dag
Dag, niggas still doin' puff pass
the truck up fast and I tell 'em
Hey, back in a touched up Jag,
Y'all niggas want Cam, cerebellum
An old man just tell 'em (Too late, he, gone)
Then I see how y'all gonna when I'm (Gone)
My last girl me back then I'm on
Fine stay, you got the hey
Came back, read what the say (Too late, he, gone)
Yes I know you to see my demise
you church boy actin' like a thief in disguise
Ain't my side, see the greed in my eyes
Ask Abby y'all for a week to the Chi, shit
And that ain't leavin' alive, believe me
Weezy a piece of the pie, and
You can ask or Regina
The whole Westside I explore with the now

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

I been pourin' out some liquor for the fact my pal's gone
And tryin' to help his momma with the fact that her child
And since we used to like a tub full of Calgon
Guess it's only right I should help her from now on
But since got a foul on, what coulda' gone wrong
Now they askin' Cons, how has this gone on
And maybe all this 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 that bein' said, I had gone 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 With the Wind," cause I'da 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 judge is me that I had gone too far
And now we for 20 years, doin' time behind bars
And since I gone to a cell for some crimes
I guess I to the well one too many times, cause I'm gone

I'm
Ahead of my time, years out
So the powers that be let me get my ideas out
And make me want to get my advance out
And to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt's house
Yeah, I romance the of leavin' it all behind
step away 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 just get one beat on
We get up off this cheap-ass sofa
What the summer of the Chi got to an 18 year old
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play
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
They you never know what you got 'til it's gone
I know I got it, I don't know y'all on
I'ma up a store for aspiring MC's
sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever flip like Anakin
You'll sell everything includin' the
They got a new now you Jennifer Aniston
Hold on I'll it, don't start panickin', stay calm
Shorty's at the cause they need more
Inspiration for they life, souls, and they songs
They sorry Mr. West is gone