Luyện nghe bài hát Please Leave

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

(Indistinguishable singing)

Now this here's for your spouse or other
You were in love the person, now you hate the motherfucker
Get the fuck out! 'em to get the fuck out!
You weren't lookin' for love you met 'em at the club
Y'all exchanged and went out for some grub
You waited three days then decided to
Went for and a movie, then a walk through the mall
All you saw was the physical, a individual
Never had the thought that they would make life miserable
A more dates, consumate the mating ritual
Soon you will encounter the 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 good they
An' when the sex gets old you'll wind up
So some words of wisdom that'll help you with the chore
Count up I.Q. before you kick 'em to the door
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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 on! One, two, three, four
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 who's been sleepin' on couch
For weeks on end and he's (words em out?)
Get the fuck out! Tell him to get the out!
Now he walks around your house in nothin' but his
Throws the trash once a week and to get applause
Let him at your crib you was down for his cause
He was in between girls, or in jobs
But it's still no for him to be a slob
Your girl mad cause she's cleanin' up behind him
You can't get calls when he's on the other line an'
You can't get laid he has the worst timin'
Knockin' at your door at odd of the night
If he that shit again, you swear to God you're gonna fight
But you can't kick him out cause just not right
He has nowhere else to go, but you're self-control
Wanna him in his sleep, God bless his soul
Maybe it's not that bad but it get worse
So here's a little tip from your homeboy
Before you him "Bounce," do a countdown first
It

Now let's talk these old motherfuckers on the mic
Who were dope but now are whack and leave the spotlight
Get the fuck out! You gots to get the out!
He had some albums that I loved way in the day
But as he puts out new shit, the memories to fade
When I heard about the comeback I "No way!"
I was waitin' on the real, the built
But with age degeneration of the skill
So I pushed it to the back of my mind, and in time
Those fine memories once again shine
But he just stop, even though his album flop
Everytime I turn around his new about to drop
Make me wanna take all his old off the shelf
Cause the man I now a shadow of his former self
So he stopped on tour, in my town for a show
I played a true fan and was in the row
As he started doin' classics, he stopped and said "No"
We had to say we love the new shit, he did the old
I tried to the countdown, but then I lost control
It one, two, three, four
I had it up to here, and I'm not no more
So get the out! You gots to get the fuck out!
come on!
One, two, three...