Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

But it's too late, too late
He

You sweat her, and I ain't 'bout a Coogi
You a big L, and I ain't talkin 'bout J
See me at the airport, at 20 Louis
Treat me like the and this my sweet brother Numpsay
Numpsay! Groupies sound too choosy
Take 'em to the show and talk all through the
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 ride on
It's too

Y'all don't want no from me
What you could get is a job from me
you could be my intern, and in turn
I'll show you how I cook up summer, in the
Aaron the raw dog, when will he learn
somethin' on the Usher tour he had to "Let it Burn"
Plus he already got chil'run
Arguin' babysitters like, "Bitch, it's yo' turn!"
'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you
Even your superficial raps is 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 long
Cause the dookie's on any song that they me on, gone

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

knock, who's there
Killa Cam, who
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, true
Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever dealt with a
Well here's the ma we goin' to the dealer
No concealin', no ceiling I don't a roof
Act up, get out, I need you poof
Poof, be gone, damn luck dag
Dag, still doin' puff puff pass
the truck up fast and I tell 'em
Hey, back in a up Jag, shit
Y'all niggas want Killa Cam,
An old man just goin' 'em (Too late, he, gone)
I see how y'all gonna react when I'm (Gone)
My last want me back then I'm on
stay, you got the grind hey
Came back, read the sign say (Too late, he, gone)
Yes I know you 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 y'all for a week to the Chi, shit
And ain't leavin' alive, please believe me
Gave Weezy a of the pie, and
You can ask or Regina
The whole I explore with the Beemer now

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

I been pourin' out some liquor for the that my pal's gone
And tryin' to help his momma the fact that her child gone
And since we used to bubble a tub full of Calgon
Guess it's only right that I help her from now on
But since they got a foul on, coulda' gone wrong
Now askin' Cons, how long has this gone on
And maybe all this mighta' gone to my head
Cause they got me thinkin' mighta' gone to the feds
So I ain't to the dread, but he'll go on up to bed
And when I came the mornin' he was gone with my bread
And with that said, I had gone on my instincts
And gone to the where they go to get mixed drinks
But lookin' back now shoulda' gone to the
And rented "Gone With the Wind," cause 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 judge is tellin' me that I had too far
And now we for 20 years, doin' time behind bars
And since I to a cell for some petty crimes
I guess I gone to the one too many times, cause I'm gone

I'm
of my time, sometimes years 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 live at my Aunt's house
Yeah, I romance the of leavin' it all behind
Kanye step from the limelight, like, when I was on the grind
In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"
Before, chicks was bendin' over or
Dealerships asked me or Rover, man
If I could just get one beat on
We could get up off this cheap-ass
What the summer of the Chi got to an 18 year old
Sell or get a job, you gotta play gyro
My dog worked at Bell, hooked us up plural-fied
A week later the manager the churros
Sometimes I can't believe it I look up in the mirror
How we out in Europe, spendin'
They you never know what you got 'til it's gone
I I got it, I don't know what y'all on
I'ma open up a store for MC's
sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is free
But if they ever flip sides like
You'll everything includin' the mannequin
They got a new now you Jennifer Aniston
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay
Shorty's at the door cause need more
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and songs
They sorry Mr. West is gone