Luyện nghe bài hát Please Leave

Alright I'm
No, not ready
I'm ready, not ready

(Indistinguishable singing)

Now this for your spouse or significant other
You were in with the person, now you hate the motherfucker
Get the fuck out! 'em to get the fuck out!
You weren't for love when you met 'em at the club
exchanged numbers and went out for some grub
You three days then decided to call
Went for dinner and a movie, then a walk the mall
All you saw was the physical, a individual
Never had the thought that they would make your life
A couple more dates, the mating ritual
Soon you will the habitual liar
The sex was so good it set your body
But why are you still with this
Every time they around you get this feelin in your gut
Wanna 'em, "Raise up," but your mouth stays shut
When you stop to think about how they fuck
An' when the sex gets old you'll wind up
So here's some words of wisdom that'll you with the chore
Count up their I.Q. before you 'em to the door
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MURS]
One, two, three,
I had it up to here and I'm not takin' no
So get the out! You gots to get the fuck out!
Everybody come on! One, two, three,
I had it up to here and I'm not no more
So get the fuck out! You to get the fuck out!
Everybody!

Now say you have a homeboy been sleepin' on your couch
For weeks on end and he's (words em out?)
Get the out! Tell him to get the fuck out!
Now he walks your house in nothin' but his drawers
Throws the trash once a week and to get applause
Let him stay at crib you was down for his cause
He was in girls, or in between jobs
But it's still no excuse for him to be a
Your girl stays mad cause she's up behind him
You can't get your calls when he's on the other an'
You get laid cause he has the worst timin'
at your door at odd hours of the night
If he does that again, you swear to God you're gonna fight
But you can't him out cause it's just not right
He has nowhere else to go, but you're self-control
Wanna kill him in his sleep, God bless his
Maybe it's not that bad but it get worse
So here's a little tip your homeboy MURS
Before you tell him "Bounce," do a first
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Now let's talk about these old on the mic
Who were dope but now are whack and won't the spotlight
Get the out! You gots to get the fuck out!
He had some that I loved way back in the day
But as he puts out new shit, the memories begin to
When I heard the comeback I said "No way!"
I was on the real, the anticipation built
But age came degeneration of the skill
So I pushed it to the of my mind, and hoped in time
Those fine memories once again shine
But he won't stop, even though his album flop
Everytime I turn his new one's about to drop
Make me wanna all his old records off the shelf
Cause the man I now hear's a shadow of his former
So when he stopped on tour, in my town for a
I a true fan and was in the front row
As he started doin' classics, then he stopped and "No"
We had to say we the new shit, before he did the old
I to count the countdown, but then I lost control
It one, two, three, four
I had it up to here, and I'm not takin' no
So get the fuck out! You to get the fuck out!
Everybody on!
One, two, three...