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 Cool J
See me at the airport, at least 20
Treat me like the and this my sweet brother Numpsay
Brother Numpsay! Groupies sound too
'em to the show and talk all through the movies
Says she want diamonds, I took her to Tuesdays
If we up in Friday's, I still it my way

Too late, we gone, we home
Gone, we on chrome
It's too

Y'all don't no prob from me
What you rappers could get is a job 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 Usher he had to "Let it Burn"
Plus he got three chil'run
over babysitters like, "Bitch, it's yo' turn!"
Damn 'Ye, be stupid to ditch you
Even superficial raps is super official
pastel with Gucci on
With TV's in the ride, throw a on
Said he couldn't rap now he at the top doobie long
Cause the dookie's on any that they threw me on, gone

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

Knock knock, there
Cam, Killa who
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, true
Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you dealt with a dealer
here's the deal ma we goin' to the dealer
No concealin', no ceiling I need a roof
Act up, get out, I don't need you
Poof, be gone, damn luck dag
Dag, niggas still doin' puff pass
Pull the truck up fast and I 'em
Hey, in a touched up Jag, shit
Y'all niggas want Cam, cerebellum
An old man just goin' 'em (Too late, he, gone)
I see how y'all gonna react 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 you want to see my demise
Yeah you church boy actin' like a in disguise
Ain't leavin' my side, see the in my eyes
Ask Abby hustle for a week to the Chi, shit
And that ain't leavin' alive, please me
Gave Weezy a of the pie, and
You can ask George or
The whole Westside I explore with the now

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

I pourin' out some liquor for the fact that my pal's gone
And to help his momma with the fact that her child gone
And we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon
Guess it's only that I should help her from now on
But since got a foul on, what coulda' gone wrong
Now they askin' Cons, how long has gone on
And maybe all 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 said, I had gone on my instincts
And gone to the spots where they go to get drinks
But lookin' back now shoulda' gone to the
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 shit so I had gone 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 since I gone to a for some 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 powers that be won't let me get my 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 asked me or Rover, man
If I just get one beat on Hova
We could get up off this sofa
What the of the Chi got to offer an 18 year old
Sell or get a job, you gotta play gyro
My dog at Taco Bell, hooked us up plural-fied
A week later the manager count the
Sometimes I can't believe it I look up in the mirror
How we out in Europe, spendin'
They claim you never know you got 'til it's gone
I I got it, I don't know what y'all on
I'ma open up a for aspiring MC's
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is
But if they ever flip sides 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 said Mr. West is gone