Luyện nghe bài hát Gone

But too late, it's 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 Prince and this my sweet brother
Brother Numpsay! Groupies sound too
Take 'em to the and talk all through the movies
Says she want diamonds, I took her to Ruby
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 don't want no prob me
you rappers could get is a job from me
Maybe you be my intern, and in turn
I'll 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 chil'run
Arguin' over like, "Bitch, it's yo' turn!"
'Ye, it'd be stupid to ditch you
Even superficial raps 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 doobie long
Cause the on any song that they threw me on, gone

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

knock, who's there
Killa Cam, who
Cam, hustler, grinder, gorilla true
Oh my chinchilla blue, blue you ever with a dealer
Well the deal ma we goin' to the dealer
No concealin', no ceiling I need a roof
Act up, get out, I need you poof
Poof, be gone, damn tough dag
Dag, niggas doin' puff puff pass
the truck up fast and I tell 'em
Hey, in a touched up Jag, shit
Y'all want Killa 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, what the sign say (Too late, he, gone)
Yes I you want to see my demise
Yeah you church boy actin' like a thief in
Ain't leavin' my side, see the greed in my
Ask Abby y'all hustle for a week to the Chi,
And that ain't leavin' alive, please me
Gave Weezy a of the pie, and
You can ask or Regina
The whole Westside I explore the Beemer now

We home, I ride on chrome
Listen move on
your best bet, why's that

I been pourin' out some liquor for the that my pal's gone
And tryin' to 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 they got a foul on, what coulda' wrong
Now askin' Cons, how long has this gone on
And maybe all money mighta' gone to my head
Cause they got me money mighta' gone to the feds
So I ain't goin' to the dread, but go on up to bed
And when I came the mornin' he was gone with my bread
And with bein' said, I had gone on my instincts
And gone to the spots where they go to get mixed
But back now shoulda' gone to the crib
And rented "Gone With the Wind," cause I'da gone 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, doin' time behind
And since I gone to a cell for some petty
I guess I gone to the well one too many times, cause I'm

I'm
Ahead of my time, sometimes out
So the powers that be let me get my ideas out
And that make me to get my advance out
And move to Oklahoma and just live at my Aunt's
Yeah, I romance the thought of it all behind
Kanye away from the limelight, like, when I was on the grind
In the "One, Nine, Nine, Nine"
Before, model was bendin' over or
Dealerships me Benz or Rover, man
If I could just get one beat on
We could get up off this sofa
the summer 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 count the churros
Sometimes I believe it when I look up in the mirror
How we out in Europe, Euros
claim you never know what you got 'til it's gone
I know I got it, I don't know what on
I'ma open up a store for MC's
Won't sell 'em no dream, but the inspiration is
But if they ever sides like Anakin
sell everything includin' the mannequin
They got a new bitch now you Aniston
Hold on I'll handle it, don't start panickin', calm
at the door cause they need more
Inspiration for they life, they souls, and songs
They said Mr. West is gone