Luyện nghe bài hát Please Leave

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

(Indistinguishable singing)

Now this here's for spouse or significant other
You were in love with the person, now you hate the
Get the out! Tell 'em to get the fuck out!
You weren't lookin' for when you met 'em at the club
Y'all numbers and went out for some grub
You waited three days then to call
Went for dinner and a movie, a walk through the mall
All you saw was the physical, a individual
Never had the thought that they would make life miserable
A couple more dates, consumate the ritual
Soon you will encounter the habitual
The sex was so good it set body afire
But why are you still with this
Every time they come around you get 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 old you'll wind up stuck
So here's some words of wisdom that'll you with the chore
up their I.Q. before you kick 'em to the door
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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!
Everybody on! One, two, three, four
I had it up to and I'm not takin' 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 your
For on end and he's (words walk em out?)
Get the fuck out! him to get the fuck out!
Now he around your house in nothin' but his drawers
Throws the trash 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 still no excuse for him to be a slob
Your girl mad cause she's cleanin' up behind him
You get your calls when he's on the other line an'
You can't get laid he has the worst timin'
at your door at odd hours of the night
If he does that shit again, you swear to God you're gonna
But you can't him out cause it's just not right
He has nowhere to go, but you're losin' self-control
Wanna kill him in his sleep, God his soul
Maybe it's not bad but it could get worse
So a little tip from your homeboy MURS
you tell him "Bounce," do a countdown first
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 albums that I loved way in the day
But as he puts out new shit, the begin to fade
When I about the comeback I said "No way!"
I was waitin' on the real, the built
But with age came of the skill
So I it to the back of my mind, and hoped in time
Those fine would once again shine
But he just won't stop, even his album flop
Everytime I around 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 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, then he and said "No"
We had to say we love the new shit, he did the old
I tried to count the countdown, but then I control
It went 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 on!
One, two, three...