Luyện nghe bài hát Please Leave

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

(Indistinguishable singing)

Now this here's for your or significant 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 for love when 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 through the mall
All you saw was the physical, a sexy
Never had the thought that would make your life miserable
A couple dates, consumate the mating ritual
Soon you encounter the habitual liar
The sex was so good it set your afire
But why are you still with nut?
Every time they come around you get this feelin in gut
Wanna tell 'em, "Raise up," but your mouth shut
When you to think about how good they fuck
An' when the sex gets old you'll wind up
So here's some words of wisdom that'll help you with the
Count up their I.Q. before you '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 to get the fuck out!
come on! One, two, three, four
I had it up to and I'm not takin' 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 on end and he's (words walk em out?)
Get the fuck out! him to get the fuck out!
Now he walks around your house in nothin' but his
Throws the trash once a week and to get applause
Let him stay at crib you was down for his cause
He was in between girls, or in jobs
But it's still no excuse for him to be a
Your girl stays mad cause cleanin' up behind him
You can't get calls when he's on the other line an'
You get laid cause 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 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 could get
So here's a little tip from your MURS
you tell him "Bounce," do a countdown first
It

Now let's about these old motherfuckers on the mic
Who were dope but now are whack and leave 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 to fade
I heard about 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 memories would once again shine
But he just won't stop, even his album flop
I turn around his new one's about to drop
Make me wanna take all his old off the shelf
the man I now hear's a shadow of his former self
So when he stopped on tour, in my town for a
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 love the new shit, 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 fuck out! You to get the fuck out!
Everybody on!
One, two, three...