Luyện nghe bài hát Please Leave

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

(Indistinguishable singing)

Now this here's for your spouse or significant
You were in love with the person, now you the motherfucker
Get the fuck out! Tell 'em to get the out!
You weren't lookin' for love you met 'em at the club
Y'all 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 sexy
Never had the thought that they would make life miserable
A couple 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 come around you get this feelin in your gut
Wanna tell 'em, "Raise up," but mouth stays shut
When you stop to think about how good fuck
An' when the sex gets old wind up stuck
So here's some words of wisdom help you with the chore
up their I.Q. before you kick 'em to the door
It

MURS]
One, two, three,
I had it up to here and I'm not no more
So get the fuck out! You gots to get the 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 gots to get the out!
Everybody!

Now say you have a homeboy who's been sleepin' on your
For weeks on end and (words walk em out?)
Get the fuck out! Tell him to get the out!
Now he around your house in nothin' but his drawers
the trash once a week and expects to get applause
Let him stay at your crib you was down for his
He was in between girls, or in between
But it's still no excuse for him to be a
Your girl stays mad cause she's cleanin' up him
You can't get your when he's on the other line an'
You can't get cause he has the worst timin'
Knockin' at your 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 losin'
kill 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 MURS
Before you tell him "Bounce," do a countdown
It

Now let's talk these old motherfuckers on the mic
Who were but now are whack and won't leave the spotlight
Get the fuck out! You gots to get the out!
He had some that I loved way back in the day
But as he out new shit, the memories begin to fade
When I heard about the I said "No way!"
I was waitin' on the real, the anticipation
But with age came of the skill
So I pushed it to the back of my mind, and hoped in
Those memories would once again shine
But he just won't stop, even though his flop
I turn around his new one's about to drop
Make me take all his old records off the shelf
Cause the man I now hear's a shadow of his self
So when he on tour, in my town for a show
I played a fan and was in the front row
As he started doin' classics, he stopped and said "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 no more
So get the out! You gots to get the fuck out!
come on!
One, two, three...