Luyện nghe bài hát Goner

This gonna be one of them shits here, boy
Yeah baby, do it

Oh shit, at miss thing, you done grew into a stallion
Girl, and don't got no ring?
then, you was a lot younger, now you older
Broke my heart, on you had in the stroller
On the low, that could of been me, Huggie
Fly and handsome, talk about Starksky
little Barkley's, little car seat
Two years later, comes little Sharneese
I'm saying, are you involved, up with you?
And where homeboy at? Oh word, through?
Eff him, you know how I do, when I through
Shut the whole block down I got something to prove
But um, besides the lane, you look the
Still blowing beauty marks, under your bang
bracelets, that Donna Kay shit
I saw one rope for your throat, yo, it cost 8 chips
Hoodrats, they be wearing fake shit
her, she wear the same bag, like it ain't shit
Pardon me, my French
Just my lips, girl, everything's me

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He's a goner, hey, you say the word
girl, I'm on that, hey, anything you need
you want, want, hey, hey
'Cause he don't know I
you need, I gotcha
Ooh, girl, I gotcha

Yo, look around, everybody on Rosette
All in our business, they be nosy
He's with her, gonna be all in the streets, a Jeep, tomorrow
worry, let's breeze the bar
And in case I tell you, those jeans is hard
And is the snitches, mean mugging, can't fight
Run into the police, them niggas
I out, like a tooth, when the back is rotten
'em off, like your menstrual, after you spotting
Ghost can't complain, 5'6", swinging hips
And my miss got me to sing
down the street, watching ladies
I got by watching you, you
I you, like if I ain't got nothing to do

x2]

Somebody better call the
'Cause if that thing back, it's gon' pop
Once me stop moving, it ain't gon'
that girl wants, you know she got shopping
Somebody better the swag
We rack up and never the tags
We stuffed it all in the bag
Oh, you Well, too bad

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