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 the person, now you hate the motherfucker
Get the out! Tell 'em to get the fuck out!
You weren't lookin' for love when you met 'em at the
Y'all exchanged and went out for some grub
You waited three days then decided to
Went for dinner and a movie, a walk through the mall
All you saw was the physical, a individual
had the thought that they would make your life miserable
A couple more dates, consumate the mating
Soon you will the habitual liar
The sex was so good it set your body
But why are you still this nut?
Every time they come around you get this feelin in gut
Wanna 'em, "Raise up," but your mouth stays shut
When you stop to think about how good fuck
An' when the sex gets old you'll wind up
So here's some words of that'll help you with the chore
Count up their I.Q. 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 out! You gots to get the fuck out!
Everybody!

Now say you have a homeboy been sleepin' on your couch
For on end and he's (words walk em out?)
Get the fuck out! Tell him to get the out!
Now he walks around your house in nothin' but his
the trash once a week and expects to get applause
Let him stay at your you was down for his cause
He was in between girls, or in between
But it's no excuse for him to be a slob
Your girl stays mad she's 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 at odd hours of the night
If he does that again, you swear to God you're gonna fight
But you kick 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
it's not that bad but it could get worse
So here's a little tip from your MURS
Before you him "Bounce," do a countdown first
It

Now talk about these old motherfuckers on the mic
Who dope but now are whack and won't 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 out new shit, the memories begin to fade
When I heard the comeback I said "No way!"
I was waitin' on the real, the anticipation
But with age came degeneration of the
So I pushed it to the back of my mind, and in time
Those memories would once again shine
But he just won't stop, even though his album
Everytime I turn his new one's about to drop
Make me take all his old records 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 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 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 gots to get the out!
Everybody on!
One, two, three...