Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

But too late, it's too late
He

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

Y'all don't no prob from me
What you rappers could get is a job me
you could be my intern, and in turn
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 already got chil'run
Arguin' over babysitters like, "Bitch, yo' turn!"
Damn 'Ye, it'd be stupid to you
your superficial raps is super official
Are-are-are-Roc pastel with on
With TV's in the ride, a movie on
Said he rap now he at the top with doobie long
Cause the dookie's on any song they threw me on, gone

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

Knock knock, who's
Cam, Killa who
Killa Cam, hustler, grinder, true
Oh my blue, blue you ever dealt with a dealer
Well the deal ma we goin' to the dealer
No concealin', no ceiling I don't need a
Act up, get out, I don't need you
Poof, be gone, damn luck dag
Dag, niggas still doin' puff puff
Pull the truck up fast and I 'em
Hey, back in a up Jag, shit
Y'all niggas 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 back 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 like a thief in disguise
Ain't leavin' my side, see the in my eyes
Ask Abby hustle for a week to the Chi, shit
And ain't leavin' alive, please believe me
Gave a piece of the pie, and
You can ask George or
The whole Westside I explore with the now

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

I been pourin' out some liquor for the fact that my pal's
And tryin' to help his momma with the that her child gone
And we used to bubble like a tub full of Calgon
Guess it's only right that I should help her now on
But since they got a foul on, what coulda' gone
Now askin' Cons, how long has this gone on
And all this money mighta' gone to my head
they got me thinkin' money mighta' gone 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 to the spots where they go to get mixed drinks
But back now shoulda' gone to the crib
And rented "Gone With the Wind," cause I'da about 10
But I had with 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 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 many times, I'm gone

I'm
of my time, sometimes years out
So the powers be won't let me get my ideas out
And make me want to get my advance out
And move to Oklahoma and just live at my house
Yeah, I the thought of leavin' it all behind
Kanye step from the limelight, like, when I was on the grind
In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"
Before, model chicks was bendin' or
asked me Benz or Rover, man
If I just get one beat on Hova
We could get up off this sofa
What the summer of the Chi got to offer an 18 old
Sell drugs or get a job, you gotta play
My dog worked at Bell, hooked us up plural-fied
A week the manager count the churros
Sometimes I can't believe it when I look up in the
How we out in Europe, Euros
They claim you never know you got 'til it's gone
I know I got it, I don't know what on
I'ma open up a for aspiring MC's
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is
But if they flip sides like Anakin
sell everything includin' the mannequin
They got a new now you Jennifer Aniston
on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', stay calm
Shorty's at the door they need more
Inspiration for life, they souls, and they songs
They sorry Mr. West is gone